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Age Of Onslaught
Part 14/37
She grinned at them and lifted her arms up high over her head,
pulling her breasts taut under the material, then she spun about and
bent over, her legs spread a couple of feet apart. She swung her ass
about in front of the passengers while her face lifted up to grin at
those in front of her, she was moving to the beat of the music and the
audience was really getting into it, swaying in time as well. She pulled
up straight and spun about on one foot, as she did she grabbed her shirt
by the collar and with surprising strength for her delicate frame she
tore it away. Her plump breasts were freed, tanned and without a trace
of sag. The female passengers felt a flash of envy and jealously for the
young mutant in her prime, her body held not a trace of fat (except her
breasts of course!) and her erect nipples seemed perfect for her tits,
neither too small nor too large. A number of mouths watered at the sight
of the hot, eighteen year old topless mutant and a number of pant crotchs
were tugged at to free up space.
Standing in place, Jubilee began to display her incredible control
over her lithe, athletic body. In time to the music, her breasts began to
swing about as she manipulated the pectoral muscles under the fatty tissue
of her breasts in a different direction to the slight swaying of her
chest. At first the plump mammaries swung in the same direction, but
with a control that even Kitty envied, Jubilee begin to make the left
breast circle to the left whilst the right circled to the right. Her
eyes never left her audience and her toothy grin got wider and wider
as she gauged the reaction of the spectators. The men were visibly sweating,
unable to keep thier eyes of her breasts, some of them were even twisting
thier heads to keep up with her tits. Even some of the women were looking
at her with undisguised lust in thier eyes, the ultimate sign of approval
in her mind. She slowly turned her body about so everyone got a good view
of her breasts, then she backflipped, landing on one foot and sliding it
down to do the splits, spreading her arms wide, bouncing sweat of her
firm young tits.
There were cheers and clapping from the excited crowd, but she
wasn't ending it there. Leaping back up straight, landing on her toes
and twisting about she reached down, grabbed the material riding between
her asscheeks. She stopped and looked about at the audience with a
impish grin on her face, daring them to ask for it... to beg for it!
"She sure can play to de crowd," noted Remy to Kitty.
"Imhmmm," agreed Kitty, not taking her eyes of Jubilee, going
over every inch of the beautiful young mutant.
"Do it, do it," whispered the crowd, watching Jubilee as she
clasped the thin material barely covering her ass,"Take it off, take it
off, take it off."
She willingly obliged, with a tearing noise the red fabric was
torn away and her firm young ass was revealed.
A roar of approval flew up from the assembled passengers, male and
female included, and several lewd remarks were made.
"In your dreams, baby!" laughed Jubilee and the crowd laughed with
her, hooked now, fatigue forgotten.
Eyes crawled over her naked body, her plump breasts, her tight
ass and her shaven pussylips, not even one pubic hair left.
"Oh man, I got to get me some of that," muttered one passenger
and stumbled to his feet, somehow Bobby was there, forcing him back down
onto his ass.
"Against the rules buddy," Bobby said, something in his face made
the passengers boiling blood calm down,"Sit back and enjoy the show."
With that same grin, Jubilee slid her hands down her breasts,
playing with her nipples for a second, rubbing into them with two fingers.
Then her hands slid down her belly and past her pussy, rubbing her thighs
instead of her vagina. Her thighs pressed together and her arms forced
her plump titties to push together and look larger. Her eyes were half
closed and her mouth pressed open as she cooed in delight. Now her hands
were sliding down her thighs and pressing against her bald cunt, she
was sweating almost as much as the spectators. Parting her thighs slightly
she moved one arm around her back and slid it between her asscrack.
As the speechless spectators watched, she slid a finger up into
her shaven cuntlips while with the other hand she pressed a finger against
her asshole, which was covered (as was the rest of her body) in a light
sheen of sweat.
Her hips bucked and rolled in time to the beat of the drums and
the music, fingers bunching up against her cunt while another forced it's
way into her tight little sphincter. She moaned and groaned, flipping her
head this way and that as she began to jerk herself off in front of all
these people.
While one finger sped in and out of her cunt, Jubilee's other
fingers were bent around and rubbing against her shaven cuntmound, steadily
building the pressure and pleasure while she pressed her other finger into
her anus. She unfolded two fingers and parted her vaginal lips, quickly
finding the small stubby clit hidden within it's hood.
"Feels so good," she moaned to herself as well as for her audience,
feeling the familiar tingle spread out from within her cunt,"Feel's so
nice."
She didn't want the finger in her cunt to feel lonely, so she slid
a second and then a third in to join it. It wasn't quite a cock, but it
felt damn good and she was more than willing to make the best of a bad
situation.
It wasn't long before the young mutant babe was furiously pumping
her fingers in and out of her cunt while the one in her butt was also
picking up speed. Her young body was beginning to quiver and shake as
her fingers fucked into her cunt and asshole, she was going to cum soon
in front of all these people and the thought excited her so much she
couldn't believe it.
As the now silent (an expectant silence) crowd watched, Jubilee
fingerfucked herself faster and faster, her mouth forming an O, her legs
tensing up and it began to happen. The feelings building up from finger
fucking her cunt and her ass, as well as the fact that it was happening
in front of a captive audience was all building together towards an
incredible crescendo, a gigantic climax that was going to explode NOW!
She came hard, waves of pleasure and ecstasy smashing through her
eighteen year old body. Cum exploded from her cunt all over her fingers
and her butthole squeezed down on the slick finger slamming in and out
of it. She squealed in pleasure and pulled her hands free, the crowd
hadn't realized it but she'd been wanking in time to the music, the beat
had steadily been building and had nearly reached it's climax when she'd
cum. Now as the last high note hit she raised her arms high in the air,
her own juices dripping from her fingers and on the last note used her
mutant ability, exploding fireworks into the air about her with the
familiar (to her crewmates) sound of pafs. The light quickly cleared and
the squinting crowd looked up, Jubilee was gone.
There was a roar of approval and the crowd was on it's feet,
cheering and clapping, calling for an encore. Many were perplexed as to
where Jubilee had disappeared to but said nothing, concentrating instead
on the image that would stay with them the rest of the trip - Jubilee,
naked and hunched over, her fingers slamming in and out of her own cunt
and ass and cumming hard.
Remy stepped into the area recently vacated by the teen beauty
and smiled.
"Okay folks, dat be ending the entertainment for de night, keep
hard at work and within de next t'ree days you get another show, dis one
pale in de comparison!"
The passengers moved away and LeBeau smiled, he knew Jubilee was
in his cabin, Kitty had phased into the deck and grabbed the young mutant
when the pafs had exploded. She'd phased Jubilee down under the deck and
taken her into the cabin where he was sure she'd be 'assisting' Jubilee
in cleaning up.
He didn't mind, he just hoped this time they'd let him watch.
The Thing shook his head, Captain America and Sue had refused
to watch when they'd seen what was happening. Cap had said it was a
disgusting exploitation of Jubilee. Sue had claimed the same and neither
Ben nor the Captain had any reason to think she was lying. The truth was
that she was scared she would get aroused and not be able to hide it... her
bisexual tendencies were something she'd kept from everyone but Reed. (*)
"Sooner I get back to my Universe," The Thing muttered,"The
better."
Still, that night they all had more 'interesting' dreams than
usual.
(*) Sue's bisexual fantasies were revealed in Herald Of
Armageddon, available upon request from - dimitri_resides@yahoo.com
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The Amazing X-Men 6.
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Creed loped over the hill, bent over so far that he was
practically on all fours. His teeth were pulled back in an unconscious
grin as he moved fast over the muddy wasteland, was he actually enjoying
this?
In a way he was, back when he'd been one of Sinister's Marauders
he'd loved the hunt, but he'd far more enjoyed being tracked himself, it
was a chance to test his skills and push himself to the limits. And there
was nothing like turning the tables on your hunter, making them the
hunted.
After being saved from Wade Wilson by, strangely enough, Wade
Wilson (although Creed preferred to think that he hadn't been saved, he'd
just been biding his time and waiting for an opening) he'd ordered the rest
of the X-Men to head towards Manhattan while he led the now leaderless
Infinites on a merry chase.
- Strange - he thought to himself, - They'll be safer heading for
Manhattan, Apocalypse's base of Operations, then they would out in the
countryside... things sure have changed. -
Of course they had, not so long ago he'd have been the one chasing
the X-Men, but that was before Rogue. He'd fallen for her bad, something
he'd not thought himself capable of and suddenly his entire viewpoint had
been changed.
He swooped over the next hill and smashed into the Infinites he'd
known had been waiting, knocking them over like they were empty tincans.
He was past them in a second, feeling the glow, his adrenaline
pumping as he pushed past them, crying for them to follow, to keep up if
they could.
Suddenly his entire body jerked to a stop, his head flew back and
he gritted his teeth, feeling agony throughout his skull.
"WHAAA.....!?!" he growled, unable to move his body at all.
"That would be me," whispered a females voice from next to him,
he was still able to move his eyes in his frozen body, and he saw the Pale
Rider that had been with Holocaust,"I'm Damask, those are my psi-blades in
your head, you're chained to me now."
"That's right," growled a hard voice, Creed knew it was Holocaust
but he didn't fear for his life, his only thought was what the so-called
Son of Apocalypse was doing here? Had he caught Rogue? Or had she gotten
away?
-
Bobby Drake - Iceman moved along on his icebridge at an incredible
speed, dissolving it behind him to it's basic molecules of hydrogen and
oxygen so there could be no way to trace him. On the icebridge with him
were Nils Styger - Abyss, Cecilia Reyes - Palisade, Teresa O'Rourke and
Wade Wilson - Deadpool. Ororo Munroe - Storm flew along next to Bobby,
matching his speed easily.
"Let me get this straight," Deadpool said into Bobby's ear,"The
head cahuna is Apocalypse, and he lives in Manhattan along with about a
bajillion of them Infinite fellows and some real kickass mutants... and
we're going to Manhattan?"
Bobby would have grinned, but he had no mouth.
"Yeah, we're going to see The Angel."
"As in Warren Worthington The III?"
"So you've heard of him at least?"
"Not in the way you're thinking, Mr. Popsicle, so is he a rebel
mutant dude too?"
"Nah, he runs a nightclub called Heaven in the heart of Manhattan
and curries favor by selling information to Apocalypse."
"Forget I asked," muttered Deadpool. He tried to be quiet for
a few seconds, then turned his head and looked at Abyss,"And you? What
happened to you? Go too far once while you were unraveling a sock?"
"Mr. Pool," asked Teresa,"Why are ye going out of ye way to alienate
people?"
Deadpool actually looked embarrassed.
"Sorry, Terry... I won't do it again."
"And how did ye ken that I liked being called Terry? Most mutants
don't even bother tae learn my name."
"I'm not a mutant," Deadpool muttered, then turned back around,
hunching his shoulders slightly. For the rest of their journey he was
uncharacteristically silent.
-
They stared over the ridge, seeing New York City in the distance,
Manhattan Island stood out clearly with the huge spire of Apocalypse's
stronghold reaching over everything.
"Worthington owes me," said Bobby,"And more importantly he owes
Rogue, so he'll help us... I think it's time we headed for Avalon."
"What?" asked Deadpool, breaking the silence that had been unnerving
everyone,"I thought you were heading in to take on Apocalypse?"
There were shocked expressions all about, finally Palisade giggled
slightly.
"You just might be crazier than Dead Man Wade was, nobody takes on
Apocalypse... no matter what that other Rogue and LeBeau said."
"What? There was another Rogue? A Gambit too?" asked Deadpool,"So
I didn't survive to make it into this Universe based on my stunningly
rock-hard butt alone?"
"It would seem not," murmured Storm, peering at the city in the
distance,"Rogue and LeBeau told us that if we could go back in time to
the moment when a son killed a father in Isreal, we could prevent millions
of lives from being lost."
"Is that true?" whispered Teresa in awe, her eyes wide. Storm
smiled at her and reached out, tousling her red hair.
"I doubt it child, some philosophers used to claim one stone would
ripple the rivers of time enough to change the course of the river, but
philosophers and their ilk were the first to fall before Apocalypse."
The almost forgotten expression of hope on Teresa's face faded,
and maybe because of that Deadpool reached a decision.
"One guy can make a difference, Terry," he whispered, glaring
at Storm through his eyeslits,"Look at me, I saved the lot of you from
being murdered... maybe if you stopped this father, whoever he is, from
being killed you could save all those people."
"Nice speech, Wade," whispered Abyss, almost invisible in the
now dark night,"But what's past is past, how do we go back in time 20
years?"
"Apocalypse would have the stuff, he's big on technology, surely
he's got a time machine kicking around somewhere," Wade said, warming to
the idea,"Or at least one of his big brains would."
"I suppose The Beast or Sinister might..." started Palisade
doubtfully, then broke off as Wade leaped to his feet, nearly sliding
off the iceslide. Terry was staring at him with wide eyes.
"Where's their lab?" he asked.
"Manhattan," said Iceman, staring at Deadpool and wishing Creed was
here to keep him in line.
"Not the city, the street! The Place!" he was getting more and more
excited, he'd come across something to do, a mission, an ideal, a way of
doing the right thing! He could be a hero!
"Street names aren't really used anymore," said Iceman,"But I think
I remember the area it was, Yankee something?"
"Yankee Stadium?" asked Abyss.
"No, wasn't actually Yankee, it was something like that though."
"Yancey Street?" asked Wade.
"Could have been.... Wade? Wade?" Iceman looked about in shock,
Wade had teleported away.
"Where the hell has he gone?" cried Palisade,"Madre de dios, if he's
gone to Sinister's lab we could all be killed."
But Terry's eyes were wide open with adulation and adoration as
she looked towards the city where her hero had disappeared.
And hoped.
-
Creed's eyes cracked open a slit, which was all they could do
considering that they were practically gummed shut by blood.
He didn't believe his eyes, he appeared to be lying in a room
lighted dimly, he was lying on luxuriant cushions.
"Ahhh good, you're awake, ah was getting worried."
Rogue? He forced his eyes open a little more and saw her standing
in the shadows of a far wall, next to a lush, red tapestry. He tentatively
sniffed the air, it was her scent.
"Rogue? What's going on?" he gasped, his voice harsh, hurting his
throat.
"Shhh," she whispered, he saw her hand move, assumed she was placing
a finger to her lips,"Holocaust and Damask messed you up pretty bad, you're
healing factor went into overdrive just to keep you alive."
"Holocaust? Damask? What happened to them?"
"They thought they'd killed me, but they'd actually got Morph,
disguised as me. Ah left Belladonna with Banshee and went after them... ah
was mad as hell, ah wanted revenge for Morph. When ah found them attacking
you ah went mad.... Holocaust has culled his last victim."
"What about Damask," he moaned, feeling saliva building up in his
mouth. Now that his healing factor had cured his major wounds it was
dealing with his lesser.
"Ah absorbed her powers and sunk mah psi-blades into her head, she
was crouched up in the foetal position and mumbling when I got us out of
there."
"Where are we?" he moaned,"I don't recognize the smell."
"Heaven," she said with a smile,"Ah cashed in mah chips with
Worthington and got us sanctuary, we'll be heading for Avalon on the next
trip."
"Don't... graagggh," he'd tried to sit up and torn something in
his side, he dropped back down onto his back,"I don't trust Worthington."
"Good," she said with a smile,"Neither do ah, but he's all we got
and he knows that if he betrays us ah'll see to it that ah get to him
before ah'm taken away... he's got a healthy survival instinct, he won't
betray us until it becomes convenient."
"Rogue," Creed muttered after a bit,"Why are you back there in the
shadows? And where are the others? I sent them this way."
"They arrived not long after us," she said, answering his second
question first,"But ah sent them away for the time being, ah wanted to
be alone with you."
"Why?"
"That's the answer to your first question," she replied, and stepped
forward into the dim light.
He gasped out as he saw her, the beautiful Southern mutant was
completely naked and oiled all over. Her large breasts stood firm and
proud, the light shining off her oiled skin. Her thin waist led down to
magnificently curved hips and down into her thighs. Between those muscular
(but undoubtably feminine) hips was her shaven pussy, only a small rectangle
of brown pubic hair above it. (*)
"Rogue?" he gasped, not believing what was going on.
"Shhh, Creed," she whispered, getting down onto all fours on the
cushions,"Just lay back and enjoy yourself, you deserve it."
And as he stared in shock, she slid her hands between his muscular
thighs and parted them easily. He realized for the first time that he was
naked and his large, thick cock rested along his left thigh, even now her
fingers were brushing against it and he moaned lightly in the back of his
throat.
"Ahh shit, Rogue, what are you doing?"
"Something I should have done a long time ago," she returned, and
she wrapped her fingers around his shaft. Slowly, staring at his cock
seemingly in fascination, she began running her hand up and down his
meat.
He held his tongue, he didn't understand what was happening but
suddenly he didn't care anymore. He'd wanted her so badly for so long, and
now she was offering herself to him.
His cock was steadily growing erect, her hand had been able to close
around it at first but now they were pulling apart from each other as his
member became engorged with blood.
Her hand was rushing up and down his cock faster and faster, he
could feel pressure building up within him and he moaned, calling out for
Rogue to stop before he, before he...
Cum burst from his cock in several streams, slamming into Rogue's
face, pounding into her eye and into her hair. With a smile she pulled
her head back and caught the next stream of sperm into her mouth, letting
it pool on her tongue then swallowing it.
"Ahhhh geez," he moaned and fell back onto the cushions, cursing
inwardly that he'd blown his big chance with Rogue.
Then his eyes widened as he felt something warm and wet surround
his his quickly softening dick. With some effort he lifted his head and
stared down at the incredibly erotic sight of Rogue's head buried in his
lap, his cum sitting in her brown and white hair... she was sucking his
cock!
And indeed she was, her head bobbing up and down over Creed's cock,
her warm mouth encasing his dick in a tunnel of her hot, wet saliva. She
gripped onto his thighs with her delicate yet strong hands, her elbows
pushing out to the side each time she lowered her mouth down over his
once again erect penis. He could barely believe that she was capable
of getting every last inch of his huge member into her mouth, her mouth
was stretched to the limits as she pushed every last inch as deep into
her willing mouth as she could.
His large hands reached down and slid through her hair, gripping
the back of her head, pushing her face forward so her nose was actually
pressing into the thick, golden curls of his pubic hair. As she continued
to orally fuck his cock, Creed began to make fucking motions with his hips,
facefucking the hot mutant babe
"Ahhhh Rogue!" he gasped, facefucking her,"I've dreamt of this
for so long, suck it, suck my cock!"
The incredible feeling of her cock being engulfed in the hot
wetness of her mouth was intensified by the fact that he had waited for
so long for this moment. And now it had come true, Rogue was on all
fours before him, her oiled body glistening, large breasts swaying
slowly back and forth as her red lips wrapped around his cock and she
deepthroated him. Her tongue ran all over his shaft, running the tip of
her tongue up the underside of his shaft, making the powerful mutant
moan in desire and pleasure.
Rogue was sucking him with a vengeance, sending waves of pleasure
throughout his powerful, muscular body, reducing him to quivering jelly,
which was certainly enjoyable. She licked, sucked, and caressed his dick
with her tongue, doing everything she could to make the former mutant
trackers cum as she wanked him with her mouth.
His healing factor worked throughout his entire body, and he'd
already recovered from his previous orgasm. Now he could feel sperm
once again rising up from his balls, this time to shoot into her warm,
wet and willing mouth.
"Ahhh Rogue, I....ARRRGHHH!" he screeched in pain as her teeth
painfully bit into his cock,"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"
She pulled away, grinning wildly, blood staining her teeth as
she had raked them up his shaft.
"You think I could ever want you?" she screamed at him, her face
contorted in disgust,"You? You're nothing but an animal, you'd eat your
own kind even if there was food about! You make me sick!"
"Rogue?" he gasped, his wounds had already healed but she was
inflicting him with new ones now, emotional wounds that didn't heal so
easily,"Why are you doing this?"
"BECAUSE I HATE YOU!" she screamed, her eyes turning red, claws
forming on her hands, as if she had absorbed his mutant powers,"AND I
WANT YOU TO DIE!"
She leaped at him.
Holocaust stared down at Creed's inert body, every so often it
would twitch and his eyes were constantly fluttering.
"We should just kill him," he muttered.
"No," laughed Damask,"This makes it more painful for him, I've
dug my psi-knives into his head, accessed his pain and pleasure centres.
The Shadow King taught me how to give them their greatest pleasure, and
then twist it into their worst nightmare... believe me, the emotional and
psychic damage is more torture than you could ever devise.... I just wish
I knew what it was that he was seeing.
While Creed lay at their feet, twitching and moaning, Damask's
mention of the seemingly now vanquished Shadow King had made Holocaust
remember once again that no one had seen Apocalypse for over a week....
including himself.
(*) Rogue's pubic hair does not, as some artists would have you
believe, have a white streak running through it. This would be like X-Man
having a fringe of white pubic hair over the black.
(Unnecessarily-And-Easily-Aggravated-Dimitri.)
-
The Infinite's single pink eye in the center of it's green armor
seemed to widen as a pink glow permeated the corridor, flashed bright and
faded, leaving behind a man dressed in a red and black costume that was
strangely familiar.
"Freeze!" roared The Infinite, pulling up his gun,"You're.... Dead
Man Wade?"
As a genetically engineered soldier with a life expectancy of one
year, the rudimentary information wired into it's head contained only the
most basic information needed for it to do it's job. But it had recognized
the costume after a few seconds, The Pale Rider known as Dead Man Wade
wore that costume, only without the headmask.
"Ahhh yeah sure, whatever," muttered Deadpool, eyeing The Infinite
suspiciously,"Ummm, death doom and destruction, moan groan and all that
jazz... where are the time machines?"
The Infinite was confused, the voice and gene-scan indicated a
99.9 percent probability that it was Dead Man Wade, but something was
wrong with his manner and bearing.... and what was this about
time machines? The Infinite just wasn't smart enough to deal with all
this.
"Time machines? Sir?"
"Yeah, you got geniuses here right? Where are the time machines?
The spaceships and teleporters?"
"The teleporters are at Transport Stations 1-7 on the first, second
seventh, nineteenth, twentyfirst, twentyeighth and fiftieth levels sir,"
replied The Infinite, sighing with relief as it was able to answer the
question.
"Okay, fine," muttered Deadpool,"Where are the labs then? The
Scientists? The Big Brains?"
The Infinite paused for a second, then finally answered,"Sir, Dr.
McCoy is in his main lab on level thirty five...."
Deadpool turned about, looking up at the ceiling, calculating
the height of the hall.
"Hmmm? About twelve feet... tin man, what's twelve times thirty
four?"
The Infinite was confused, but it's electro/organic mind had a
simple, common calculator inserted and was able to answer the question.
"408, sir."
"Right," muttered Deadpool,"I could sure use Weasel right now, let's
see, add a couple of feet to avoid getting stuck in the wall and I should
be right."
"Sir....?"
"What?" muttered Deadpool,"Are you still alive?"
He pulled a gun out of his belt and fired, blasting off The
Infinites legs.
Then he was gone, fading away in a pink glow.
End Part 14/37
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