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This is the Super Hero Archive. These stories were sent to me by
friends. I did not write these stories.
Many have no author name attached. If you are the author of the
enclosed work please let me know and I’ll remedy the situation.
This story, and all the stories in this archive are meant to be
free. They where sent freely and should remain public domain.
Melting the Ice
by Airawyn
Bobby Drake was, well, less than thrilled when he heard that the
Generation X kids would be spending the week at the mansion. It wasn't
that the Danger Room and any other important equipment would now be
monopolized by the students. It wasn't that there would be a bunch of
teenagers underfoot - he actually enjoyed hanging out with the kids. It
was - well - it was Emma Frost. The former White Queen. Whenever he looked
at her he remembered the time she had taken over his body, and his anger
rose. Whenever *she* looked at *him*, she had a little smile which
reminded him that she knew as much about him - or even more - than he did
himself. And on top of all that she had to wear those - outfits. His body
had the tendency to forget how he felt about her and just *reacted* to the
way she looked.
It was the second day after the whole gang had arrived from
Massachusetts. They'd settled down after dinner in the entertainment room
to watch "Demolition Man" on pay cable. Jubilee was arguing with Paige
over some detail of the possible future, when Emma strolled into the room.
No one but Bobby seemed to notice her entrance, and she quietly perched
herself on the arm of the couch. As she crossed her legs, his eyes
wandered from the four-inch heels of her white leather boots, up the curve
of her calf to the top of her thigh where her stockings peeked out of the
tops of her boots. Her garters stretched across smooth, pale, bare skin
and led his eyes over her white vinyl underwear (outerwear?) to the white
vinyl corset. One hand cupped the elbow of her other arm, which held a
short, white leather whip tossed over her shoulder. He met her eyes and
realized she'd been watching him watch her. She smiled and ran her tongue
over her lips.
<Like what you see?> asked her mental voice.
He'd become very aroused while looking her over. Now when she spoke to
him, he felt his face blush. He stood up, hoping that everyone else paid
attention to the movie and didn't notice that his jeans were straining at
the zipper. As he left the room he thought he could feel Emma's eyes
follow him.
Bobby reached his room, and shut the door behind him. As he peeled off
his t-shirt he hoped the week would go by quickly. He didn't relish the
idea of going to bed early every night to avoid - her.
He heard the door open behind him, and before he could turn around he
heard it shut, and the lock click.
Emma came up behind him and ran her fingernails lightly down his back.
At her touch his penis hardened instantly.
"Mmmm," she said, "Even if you're not much of a fighter you've still
got the body for it." He turned around, slowly, and her fingernails stayed
on his skin. She slid her hands up to his nipples and pinched them, hard.
He gasped, but not in pain. She put her hand on his neck and pulled his
head to her mouth. Her tongue reached in his mouth. After a moment of
surprise his tongue tried to meet hers, but she withdrew it.
<Take off your pants, and lay down on the bed,> she ordered mentally.
He pulled off his jeans with trembling hands. He wondered briefly if she
was using mind control on him. But as he saw the bulge in his white briefs
he knew he'd been wanting this for a long time.
He lay flat on his back on the bed. She grabbed two of his ties off
his dresser and tied each hand firmly to a bedpost. Then she stepped back
away from the bed, where he could see her, but not reach her. She slipped
her fingers under the side of her panties and slowly slid them down, over
her boots, and off. She kicked the panties carelessly to the side. Her
blond pubic hair was half a shade darker than the hair on her head, and
perfectly groomed. She stepped slowly onto the bed, and walked with one
leg on each side of Bobby's body until she stood, fully dressed except for
her underwear, directly over his head. He could see the pink of her lips
edged with curly blond hair.
She kneeled slowly until her sex almost touched his mouth. His tongue
stretched to slid between her lips, and he could taste that she was
already wet. She lifted her hips briefly, them lowered them again until he
could touch her again. He lifted his head to shove his tongue as deep in
her as he could, then pulled it back and drew it along her sex until he
reached her clitoris. When he touched that she gasped, and lifted her hips
again. This time when she lowered them he wrapped his lips around her clit
and sucked gently, flicking it with his tongue. She gasped again, but this
time she lowered her hips, grinding against his face.
His penis strained for attention.
He continued to caress her with his tongue for several minutes, but
when he brushed her clit gently with his teeth she pulled away again.
Growing frustrated, he pulled his arms forward, ripping his bonds. He
grabbed her by the waist and sat up, pushed her down and laid on top of
her.
"Wait-," she protested. <Don't stop!>
He didn't answer. He pulled the cups of her vinyl corset down, exposing
her erect nipples. He leaned over and bit one, gently. She quivered. He
slid up her chest, and sucked at her neck, scraping it with his teeth. She
reached down to touch herself. He grabbed her hands and held them together
with one hand, above her head.
"No," he whispered. "I'm in charge now, Emma. You don't come until I
say you can."
She struggled for a moment to pull her hands free, but submitted as he
sucked on her other nipple, flicking it with his tongue.
He reached down and pulled his penis free of his briefs. A drop of
pre-come was already forming at the tip. He rubbed it against her thigh,
brushing against the top of her boot. He used his mutant power to form a
thin layer of ice on his right hand. He circled her nipples with the
frozen fingers, then slid his hand down between her legs, and slipped two
icy fingers inside her. She moaned softly and pushed herself down on his
hand. He drew his fingers out and circled her clitoris, then thrust his
fingers inside her again. She groaned, and tried to ride his hand, but he
pulled away.
He saw her whip laying on the bed. When he leaned over to grab it she
lifted her head and bit down on his nipple. In his surprise she managed to
pull free of his grip. She flipped him over suddenly, and she was astride
him. His penis strained to reach her opening, only a few inches away, but
she hesitated and smiled at him. She straddled one of his legs, and rubbed
herself against it, slowly. At the same time she leaned over and licked
the head of his penis - once. She looked him in the eyes. Now Bobby was
the one straining for more. A thin layer of ice appeared, coating his
penis.
"You liked the cold, didn't you?" he grinned.
She slid her hand into the top of her boot and pulled something out of
the pocket there. She smiled, and ripped the package open with her teeth.
She then put the condom gently between her lips and slipped it over his
penis using just her mouth and tongue. The warmth of her mouth melted the
thin layer of ice, but he froze another layer, this time over the latex.
She straddled him and lowered herself slowly, taking him in a little at a
time. The cold of the ice was a pleasant shock as it penetrated her warm
vagina, but it melted again quickly. She cupped her breasts and circled
her own nipples with her fingernails as she rode him, moving up and down,
gradually faster and faster. Eyes closed, breathing heavily, she was
startled when Bobby grabbed her by the hips and rolled over on top of her.
He thrust into her slowly, as he sucked on her nipples. Gently at first,
he became rougher as his hips moved faster, and he finally had to lit his
head to catch his breath. Emma slid her hand down and rubbed her clitoris
as he pushed in and out of her. He didn't stop her this time. He could
feel himself approaching climax, but he held himself back. She moaned as
she moved her hips to match his rhythm. Suddenly her hand stopped moving
and her whole body quivered. Her vagina clenched down on his penis, and he
couldn't hold back any longer. He thrust inside her one last time and held
there as her muscles throbbed. He collapsed on top of her as his own
orgasm took over his body.
They lay together for a moment, exhausted. Then Bobby looked at the
face of the beautiful woman he'd just made love to, and realized there was
one thing left. He touched her lips gently with his own, and kissed her
softly. Surprised at first, she returned the kiss. No longer rushed by
sexual need, they took time to explore each other's mouths. Bobby got up
and retrieved a t-shirt and sweat shorts from his dresser.
He offered the clothes to her. "I thought you might like to change into
this. It's be more comfortable to sleep in than what you're wearing - and
I'd like it if you slept in here tonight."
"Well, Drake, I guess I didn't know you as well as I thought I did. You
still managed to surprise me." She stripped off her white
leather-and-vinyl outfit and slipped into Bobby's old clothes. Bobby
thought she looked almost prettier that way - softer, more vulnerable.
<Maybe that's why I don't usually dress like this.>
Bobby pulled on sweatpants while she changed, then pulled the covers
back on the bed. He heard her whip hit the floor as he climbed into bed.
-We never did use that.- he thought.
<Hmm. Maybe next time.> Emma replied to his unspoken words as she
curled up next to him and he wrapped her arms around her.
-Maybe,- he thought, -this week won't be all that bad.-
Outside the door the clatter of teenagers could be heard.
"Hey Frosty! Where'd ya go?"
Then a loud whisper: "Shush Lee! She's in *there*."
"With Drake? No way!"
-Then again...-
THE END