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Age Of Onslaught
Part 6/37
Twenty years later Victor Von Doom, Monarch of Madripoor, sat
in bed, thinking about a man he never had a chance to be a friend to,
a man who had not only saved his life, but given him a new one.
"Honey?" asked Susan Von Doom, formally Susan Storm,"Is something
the matter?"
"Nothing darling," he said, rubbing the small scar under his
left eye,"Just thinking of the way I wasted my formative years."
He turned and kissed her.
Yes, he had a lot to thank Reed Richards for.
---
Eagerly, but trying to hide his excitement, Logan placed the tip
of his medium sized, thick cock at the entrance to Carol's hot, tight
cunthole. The man known as Weapon X gripped his cock with his one hand,
the cool metallic cast over the wrist of his missing left hand placed
on one of her delightfully curved hips.
Jean Grey, the woman he loved more than anything else in the
world, watched with her lips parted slightly, her naked breasts rising and
falling rapidly, her breathing fast because of her excitement.
She watched as he began to push it in, moaning happily as if
the big cock pushing deeper and deeper into Carol Danver's cunt was
actually being crammed into her own tight little pussy.
Jean bucked slightly as Carol's tongue slid up her cunt, Jean
was straddling Carol's face, staring directly in Logan's eyes as he slid
into Carol's cunt. The blond beauty getting fucked was eagerly eating
out the red heads snatch, tongue fucking her with a vengeance,
Logan pushed several inches in to get a feel for her cunt, it
stretched nicely around his thick meat, the feel of her cuntwalls separating
before him was incredible. Mixed with the sight of his lover getting
eaten out by the woman he was fucking made it all the more incredible.
"OOMMMYEAAH!!!" moaned Carol into Jean's cunt as Logan's cock
filled her up, the vibes created by her mouth send a shockwave of pleasure
throughout Jean's lap. The red headed telepath groaned happily and began
to grind her snatch down into Carol's face, rocking her ass in little
rotations that allowed the blonde to suck, lick and probe every inch of
Jean's pussy. The blonde could feel the added weight being pressed
down against her lips, and she responded by getting as much of her tongue
shoved as deep up into the redheaded beauty's vagina as she could, sliding
it forward and back along the length of her cuntlips, pressing up and
pulling away, knowing the added pressure would thrill Jean even more.
Jean's juices were flowing fast from her pussy, running all over
Carol's face as Logan fucked her cunt deeper and deeper. The juices
ran into her mouth and down her chin. Carol sucked as much of her bisexuals
lovers pussyjuices into her mouth as she could while her own cunt began
to juice up more and more, making the passage of Logan's cock into her
cunt slicker and faster.
Jean ran her hot little pussyslit up and down over the war heroines
face, pressing it down to Carol's chin, sliding her cuntlips up over the
blondes mouth, enjoying the feel of her tongue pushing deep up into her
cunt
"Feels so good, Logan," she moaned,"I think I'm going to cum!"
Logan grinned as he continued fucking Carol's pussy, faster and
faster, her cuntlips gripping onto his cock.
Jean's body began to jerk and shudder as she approached orgasm,
her fingers stopped kneading her large, milky white breasts and slid down
her waist, she began rubbing her fingers insistently against her erect
little clitoris, fingering herself as Carol Danvers ater her out as Jean's
lover fucked her tight pussy.
She gound her sweating, shining milky white asscheeks down hard
so that her pussy was plastered against Carol's face, her juices running
into a quickly running stream down Carol's face.
"YES! LOGAN! I"M GONNA CUM!!!!"
Logan began speeding up, fucking Carol faster and faster, his
cock slamming in and out of Carol's cunt as his lover ground her hips
into Carol's face.
Carol desperately tried to swallow the explosion of female juices
that burst free from Jean's cunt as she came, her head flying back, short
red hair flying, lips parted and her huge tits bouncing around as she
squealed excitedly.
Carol slammed her tongue up Jean's flooding pussy, shoving it
in and out, tasting the redheads cunt as Logan continued fucking her
creaming fuckhole, really fucking her tight little pussy, cramming as
much of his thick meat into her compact snatch.
Carol groaned into Jean's pussy as he fucked her harder and
harder, every last inch of his cock pushing deep into her vagina, he
fucked her with a vengeance, faster and faster, harder and harder as
he felt his cum coming. He tight, wet pussy around his prick felt so
good, her cunt was clasping down on his cock, milking him for his cum.
He looked over her body, her big tits, nearly as large as Jean's bouncing
up and down, sweat running all over her body, her long blonde hair plastered
to her face by a mix of her sweat and Jean's cuntjuices.
Carol began slamming her ass off the ground, her hips ramming
up and allowing his cock to push in even deeper than before.
With a grunt, Logan shoved his hips forward hard and crammed every
last inch of his thick prick deep into her eager, juicy snatch and began
grinding his hips against hers.
"Yes," moaned Jean, still sitting on Carol's face. She leaned
forward and grabbed his by one cheek. He lifted his head from Carol's
naked body and they kissed, their tongues slipping past each others
lips. His good hand came up and caressed Jean's breasts as he came,
his cum shooting deep up into Carol's eager snatch and....
...He was kneeling on the dirt, kissing Jean, his cum lying on
the ground in front of her and also running down her knees.
"Told you it would be good," she said with a grin as they broke
the kiss,"I told you I could make you cum."
They had just had a false threesome. Jean had used her telepathic
abilities to create the illusion in both their heads of Carol Danvers,
an old associate of Logan's. By telepathically stimulating their pleasure
centers fooling their senses, she was able to make Logan feel like he
was fucking Carol (it had been easier by Jean's access to his memories of
times he actually had fucked Carol) while she had been able to trick her
own body into thinking she was getting eaten out. Which was why a small
pool of her juices was lying on the ground beneath her.
"That was fun, darling," Logan said, leaning forward and kissing
her again,"But I prefer the real thing."
"Two times within a few minutes of each other," Jean said as
Logan began to suck on one of her tits,"That healing factor of yours
is every girls best friend."
-
Rogue stared out over the blasted wastelands that had once been
valuable real estate brought and sold at exorbitant prices.
This Mansion in Westchester, Massacheussets had probably once
been a thing of beauty, but now it was gutted, wrecked, barely livable.
At least that's the way it appeared.
Forge had built scramblers that blocked them from Infinite Scans
as well as the sensors of the occasional invading Sentinel from Eurasia
or Los Angeles Island. The real mansion, beneath the holoplasmic disguise,
may not have been a thing of beauty, but it sheltered the well and they
weren't cold at night.
"Excuse me ma'am," said a bellboy, appearing on the balcony
behind her, dressed in an exquisitely clean uniform with the hat tilted
at an angle best described as jaunty,"Important message for you from
Belladonna, it appears she has gotten overexcited and fouled herself
again, she requests assistance.... or in her precise words, waaaah, waahhhh,
bwabwabwa wwaaaahhhh."
Rogue sighed, but it was good natured.
"Thank you Morph," she said, turning to face him,"And get rid
of that ridiculous costume."
The mutant shapeshifted back into his real form, he looked like
a cross between an alien and a little plastic stretchy man, the type
you used to buy in quirky gift stores back when there still were such
things. His skin was white, not the pinkish hue associated with Caucasians,
it was really white. His eyes were huge, covering two thirds of his face
except for when he chose to stretch it out. He wore a purple outfit with
a long red cape which he claimed made him look distinguished and noble,
although Creed took every opportunity to tread on it when he passed,
tripping him up.
Belladonna was her baby daughter, and although she had long ago
put thoughts of the father from her head, just the name reminded her
every day of what had been.
But Rogue was content, she was certainly not going to let Infinites
or Sentinels or anything change that.
She walked off the balcony, listening to Morphs prattling attempts
at humor with the good natured patience only mastered by the parents of
babies and small children.
Far from the Mansion, Rogue turned to Gambit and frowned at him.
"Ah don't like the looks of this at all," she said.
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The Astonishing X-Men 5.
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Creed lifted his head and sniffed, he growled low in his throat.
"No fair!," shouted Morph,"He who smelt it, dealt it!"
Creed ignored him, but motioned for silence. Morph created
a zipper over his mouth, but did not make any noise.
Creed crept forwards, keeping below the window. Once underneath
it he grabbed Morph, who had followed, by the neck and mouthed the words
at him.
"Get me a mirror."
Morph's face suddenly changed to an exact duplicate of Creeds,
the large mutant growled and smacked Morph in the head.
Morph changed back to his normal - for him at least - face,
then stretched out his hand and grabbed a small mirror from the scratched
and battered coffee table.
Creed held it up at and angle and looked closely.
"Fuck," he growled.
"What is it?" asked Morph, and Creed clamped one hand to his
mouth.
"LeBeau."
Morph's eyes got even bigger, a new mouth formed between them
and spoke.
"No way, he'd never come back."
Creed released him and sped away, for someone his size he made
disturbingly little noise.
"Where are you going?" whispered Morph.
"Catch a Cajun," replied Creed through a fierce grin.
-
Gambit moved silently, he had avoided several traps so far that
would have easily caught a lesser thief.
- Don' know how we get here, - he thought, - One minute we be
in Isreal, de next we be back to de Mansion, cept de Mansion done be
gone, less Juggernaut build real fast. -
Rogue was waiting back at the lake for him, he was going to take
a reconnaissance to see what was going on, then they would decide their
course of action together. He allowed himself to smile, if this wasn't
so strange he'd be having fun.
He was smashed to the ground, hit hard and low the wind was
knocked completely out of him. Yet even as he was hit he was rolling
away, coming to his feet and swinging his extendable bo staff at his
assailant. The end whapped hard into the face of his enemy, but didn't
slow him down. With graceful ease Gambit grabbed the back of his head
as he was rushed, propelled himself up and did the splits with his legs,
landing with knees slightly bent to absorb the impact, he fired several
kinetically charged cards at his opponent.
Creed ran through the cards like they were nothing, slashing
at Gambit and catching his trenchcoat. Gambit flipped over Creed, his
back rolling over his enemy he slid his feet between Creeds legs and
caused him to lose balance, driving him face forward into the hard,
blasted ground.
"Stay down, Sabretooth!" he yelled, slamming his bo staff into
the back of Creed's head, right at the base of his neck,"I like t'see
even you recover from de broken neck!"
"Go ahead Cajun!" roared Creed,"Ain't nothing stopped me yet,
it'll take more than you got!"
"Sure t'ing, jus' wondering how you manage to recover when Mystique
burned your body to ashes?" (*)
"What you talking about Cajun?" growled Creed,"I ain't seen
Raven in years, how do you know her?"
Gambit raised his staff, then slammed it back down hard into
Creed's neck, knocking him out.
"Too easy," he said, he looked at the blasted ground, the trees
and shrubs had little to no leaves, everything looked dead,"But what
happen here?"
A hand grabbed his ankle and dropped him to the ground. He felt
a huge weight pressing down on his back.
"Tell me Cajun," said Creed,"Can you recover from a broken neck?
Just give me a reason to find out!"
Suddenly the weight was lifted and he heard a crashing noise,
rolling over onto his back he looked up and saw Sabretooth lying amongst
the twigs that had once been a tree, Rogue stood over him.
"What's the problem?!" Sabretooth yelled at her.
Rogue looked almost taken aback by this question, it seemed
so out of place.
"And what's with the old costume?" asked another voice, and a tree
that Gambit was resting against suddenly changed into a basically human
shape,"Getting nostalgic?"
"Who are you?" asked Rogue, turning to face Morph while she held
Sabretooth down with her foot.
"Who am I?" said Morph incredulously,"Who am I she says, I thought
I did the jokes?"
"Not as famous as you t'ink?" asked Gambit, sliding his bo staff
underneath Morph's chin.
"Don't put that there," said Morph, and a small hand reached out of
his chin and grabbed the staff,"I don't know where it's been."
Gambit's eyes widened.
"Nice trick, now le' go de staff."
"Rogue," growled Sabretooth,"You wanna let me up so I can rip
LeBeau apart, please?"
Rogue stared in shock at Sabretooth, surprised not at seeing him
alive but at the tone of his voice, like he really couldn't understand
what she was doing.
Suddenly the four of them felt a deathly cold through their
entire bodies. Sabretooth was least affected, his healing
factor compensating for the cold.
Gambit heard Rogue gasp, not just from the cold but from surprise
as well. He turned and found himself facing two people, one looked like
Iceman, only with an unusally serious look on his face and no mouth. The
other was.... the other was Rogue!
"Okay," she and his Rogue said at the same time,"Does anyone
want to tell me what's going on here?"
-
Storm lay in the attic on the mattress, naked, luxuriating in
the sun's rays like a cat.
Iceman stepped into the room.
"My oh my," he said.
She grinned, stretching her arms up over her head, her breasts
stretching, erect nipples pointing up. Her dark skin seemed to reflect
the light coming in. If Iceman had been capable, he would have been
sweating.
Her long, luxurious legs stretched out, he could see between her
thighs, the pink inner flesh of her cunt. Her pubic hair was trimmed
down to a small rectangle over her cuntlips.
"The sun feels so good on my body, Bobby," she said,"Makes me
feel so hot."
"I can fix that," Bobby said, but he didn't move. His mutant
power had been pushed to the limits, now he was incapable of changing
back to human form, his body was always encased in ice and his mouth
was missing, although he could still talk as if it was there. Palisade
had told him his mouth was still there beneath the ice, and that he
was shifting the water molecules in the ice sheath around his face so
that his voice vibrated through. The only trouble was that although
people could bear his touch, it was never normal, he couldn't regulate
his body temperature to the human norm. Extended physical contact would
result in frostbite or worse.
Storm lowered her arms down, sliding them over her large, dark
breasts. Her fingers rubbing into her nipples, they became even more
erect. She continued to rub her nipples for a few seconds, moaning
lightly, then she slid her hand down her slim waist, over her neatly
trimmed pussyhair. She continued the movement of her hands down between
her legs and lifted up her hips, cupping her firm, rounded asscheeks.
Bobby moaned lightly as he watched Storm, he wanted her so bad,
looking at the curves of her body, her huge, firm tits, her tiny waist,
her tight little pussy, that magnificent ass.
Storm also moaned, but in satisfaction, as she slid her hands away
from her ass and gripped her cuntmound. She slid her fingers in-between
her cuntlips. Her other hand was running little circles over her flat
stomach with her fingertips. She did it several times, the circles
running ever close until the fingertips sliding up and down her inner
cuntlips were now joined by finger rubbing small circles into her erect
clitoris.
"Fuck me, Bobby," she moaned,"You want to fuck me don't you?"
"Yeah," moaned Iceman,"I really, really do."
Using her index and middle finger, Ororo parted her pussylips,
she moved her other hand and pressed the knuckle of her thumb against her
clitoris, erect and sticking out of it's hood.
She moaned happily, feeling the familiar tingle spreading from
her cunt and out over her entire body. Her middle finger slid
up in-between her pussylips, sliding in and out of her wet snatch, then
slid a second finger and then a third.
The African-American beauty began to slide the three fingers in
and out of her pussy faster and faster, wanking herself while Bobby watched,
she pumped her fingers in and out between her legs, building up the
the friction which caused a steadily growing wave of pleasure to
build up in her cunt.
Storm's body began to tremor and quiver in ecstasy as her orgasm
approached. Her hips bounced up and down and she squealed excitedly
as she fingerfucked herself, her fingers pumping in and out of her tight,
juicy cunt.
She held off the final moment as long as she could, loving the
build-up almost as much as the moment when she came.
"OH BOBBY YES!" she squealed,"THIS IS IT!"
She squealed happily as she came, her ass bouncing up high in
the air, juices exploding from her cunt out over her fingers, running
between her thighs and her asscheeks onto the mattress.
She slammed her hips back down and pressed her fingers as deep
into her cunt as she could, her cuntlips clamped around her fingers like
they were a cock. Her hot juices continued to flood around her fingers
down her dark brown asscheeks as Bobby watched. It was hard to read
his expression, but Storm knew him well enough to know what he was thinking.
Finally her body collapsed, her tits rising and falling as she
tried to catch her breath, fingers still buried in her cunt, her naked
body glistening in sweat.
"Meeting downstairs," Bobby finally said,"That's why I came up,
weird shit going down, like that time in Latveria when Doom was moving
the people out to Madripoor from right under The Regent's nose."
Storm stood up and moved to a corner, a small thunderhead formed
over her and rain washed down from it, giving her a natural shower.
She dried herself by creating a warm wind then took her costume
from it's hook in the corner and slid it on. She knew she'd been helping
Bobby even more by letting him see her shower, and now this look at
her ass.
She walked past him, dressed now, and he placed one hand on
her shoulder.
"Thanks, 'ro," he said,"I really appreciate it."
She smiled, leaned forward and kissed him lightly, and quickly,
where his lips would normally be.
"The pleasure was all mine," she said to the man who hadn't
been able to be with a woman since his powers had kicked into overdrive,
a man who really did appreciate it.
"Literally, I guess," he said and she laughed as they headed
downstairs together.
-
They sat around the living room, a collection of mutants that
had been brought together by a chance encounter on a slaver transport
to an Infinite Refinery. Rogue and her lover - Remy LeBeau - had been
fighting Creed, who worked for Apocalypse in those days, and they had
inadvertently smashed the boxcar over. Before the Infinites could do
anything Rogue had freed them off their restraining collars and placed one
on Creed. They made their escape and found the Mansion, as well as the
old recluse living there - Forge.
Creed had eventually turned and become one of them, although
it had taken a long time for them to grow to trust him. At first they
had planned to stay together for a little while, until the heat from the
Trackers came off, but Rogue, pregnant at the time, had decided to stay,
and since she had saved them the others thought it only fair that they
stick around to help her. Several months later Belladonna was born
and everyone else had just stuck around, they had even taken to calling
Rogue 'Mother'.
They were Rogue. Victor Creed - Sabretooth. Morph. Bobby
Drake -Iceman. Ororo Munroe - Storm. Sean Cassidy - Banshee.
Nils Styger - Abyss. Cecilia Reyes - Palisade. A young girl named Kitty
Pryde had also been with them, but she was gone now.
In turn for that story, Rogue and Gambit told them of Xavier,
about a world where Apocalypse and Sinister were gone, where humans and
mutants didn't like, but at least tolerated each other, with the occasional
exception. They told them about Onslaught and his plan to return this
Universe to life, maybe because it would be easier to conquer.
"...de only t'ing we don' know," Gambit finished,"Is how we get
here? One second we in Isreal, the next we in this Universe."
"And there are two of us," said Rogue, looking at Rogue,"So
if what you say is true, something has gone wrong, maybe your Universe
wasn't wiped out? Maybe these Universe's can co-exist?"
The original Rogue shook her head,"This has happened to us twice
now, according to Bishop, the first time it happened Magneto lived and he
was able to set things right by sending Bishop through the M'Kraan Crystal
and stopping Legion from killing Xavier."
"And this bad guy, Onslaught," muttered Creed,"He went back
again and stopped Bishop from stopping Legion, so this Universe came
back to life.... all this time travel bullshit gives me a headache."
"Understand this," said Rogue,"Onslaught beat Cable and X-Man,
the two most powerful psi potentials on our world easily, and from what
we've gathered, X-Man alone is capable of defeating Apocalypse by himself."
"I get it," said Rogue (AOA),"This guy will be worse than Apocalypse
if he comes into power."
"Just a second," growled Creed,"You're actually thinking about
going along with this crap?"
"Creed," she replied, looking angry,"Don't cause any trouble, ah'm
certainly not going to just go along with wiping out a Universe based on
one story... even if ah did how could little old me pull it off."
"But you have to help," said Rogue to her AOA counterpart,"The
Universe we come from isn't great, but it's better than this one, far
better!"
"Think about it!" Creed yelled,"If it is true, you're asking us
to commit suicide! Wipe out who we are so these two can get home."
"Creed," said Rogue, she reached out with one bare hand and
took his hand. Rogue and Gambit stared at each other in shock, she could
touch him!,"Creed, if ah do believe, and I'm not saying yet that ah do,
then we may be sacrificing ourselves for the greater good... imagine a
world without Apocalypse and Sinister, a world without this Onslaught....
a world where it's still green!"
"A world we won't exist in!" he cried,"In their world I'm dead,
I'm nothing but ashes, in this world I'm alive!"
"If we do nothing," said Storm,"Then we will all be dead anyway,
if not physically, then spiritually."
"I don't even know why we're taking them seriously," growled
Creed,"I mean, for all we know they're one of McCoy's projects, here to
trick Rogue into giving herself up.... Magnus knows that Apocalypse
wants her bad enough!"
"T'ink of all the other people dat be dead," said Gambit,"If we
do change de Universes back de way dey meant to be, dose people be alive
again."
"I don't want to hear another word from you!" growled Creed,"Our
LeBeau or not, you're still scum!"
"Well I think...." started Morph, and then the walls of the
Mansion smashed in, dust and wood smashing over them.
"Hello children!" growled a voice, Creed's eyes widened, then
narrowed.
"Nemesis!"
"You're out of date," laughed Holocaust, stepping forward, flanked
by a man and women dressed in dusty desert gear covering everything but
their eyes, indicating they'd been in a desert recently. But as far as
anyone knew, there were no deserts near Westchester County. Behind these
three stood a large number of Infinites,"It's Holocaust now, I've come
to wipe out your little band of rejects."
"Watch it buddy," growled Morph, looking angry,"We're not just
a nameless bunch of useless nothings, now we're a bunch of useless nothings
called the X-Men!"
Rogue and Gambit had told them about the X-Men, it seemed Morph
had liked the name.
"X-Men or not, it makes no difference," laughed Holocaust,"Because
now you're nothing but meat!"
(*) - Herald Of Armageddon, available upon request.
End Part 6/37
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