The steam in the bathroom was thick enough to hide a midsize car. Alex stood near the standing mirror, still dripping from his shower, hair damp, yawning like a man who slept too well and lived without a single real problem. Because, really, he didn't. Big dick, big house, and most importantly, chicks with big tits who smoothened out any and all complications.
The healthy young male rubbed his eyes, blinked at his reflection, and then watched it crack. Literally. The mirror fractured down the middle with a sound like glass meeting a fork in a blender.
"…That's not great," Alex said, unfazed.
It wasn't the kind of marrier attached to the wall of the sink, this was a full-length standing mirror. From the crack of the lengthy reflection, something shimmered. Like the reflection was suddenly water, and reality itself forgot how glass worked. A hand pushed through. Then another. Then heels clicked on tile.
Out stepped Emma Frost—the Emma Frost from Marvel Rivals—draped in shimmering white and diamond-like leotard armor. He could almost see her cunt. That was the kind of leotard it was. Her platinum blonde bob was immaculate, her blue lipstick was still intact, and the aura of the ice queen dominatrix rushed at him.
Emma blinked once, twice, and then decided to look around. Going from wherever she previously was to a foggy bathroom was something. "Where… am I? What dimension is this? Who brought me here?"
Alex put a hand to his face. "Another one? Seriously?"
Emma turned to him, one hand on her hip, the other lifting slightly like she was preparing to read his mind—until her expression froze. Her gaze dipped. The reaction was instant. Emma's mouth opened slightly. Her posture shifted. One high-heeled foot stepped back. Her voice, usually velvet and cool, cracked just enough to be noticeable.
"Wha… you—" The White Queen pointed, stammering, eyes locked. "Y-you're—oh my god, you're bigger than the Hulk…!"
She was the White Queen. The Ice Princess. She had experience. She had slept with Prince Namor, Tony Stark, The Black King, and Cyclops.
Alex sighed and rubbed his forehead. "Yeah, that's what Natasha said. And Wanda. Welcome to the club."
If she heard him and the names he uttered, she didn't show it. The woman couldn't stop looking. His cock, flaccid as it was, a delicious piece of meat that could not be rivalled by any male specimen in her life. She opened her mouth to respond or say something witty. She closed it. Emma Frost, for once in her life, had nothing to say or do except to gawk at this monster schlong.
Alex scanned her in turn. A little smile appeared. 'Damn, those thighs. They're thicc!' From his understanding, her comic book counterpart was supposed to be traditionally hourglass. Marvel Rivals, however, decided to make her taller and thiccer. A fatter ass and way thiccer thighs. Phew, it got his balls churning just by looking.
Buuut it wasn't like these chicks were hypnotized by him. It wasn't like he could fuck any one of them willy-nilly or act like a huge pervert and get away with it.
Alex turned and grabbed a towel, completely unbothered. "I'll get you up to speed. Follow me."
"H-huh? Huh?" Emma Frost's gaze couldn't leave his schlong until the towel covered it up. Ears tipped pink, she looked up. She shut her mouth to relieve herself of her shock and humiliation and crossed her arms. "Hmph! Follow you? Now why should I…"
Wait.
Her telepathy. Her mind reading. It wasn't working. She was taller than him, likely stronger than him in a contest of pure strength, yet suddenly this blonde mutant felt vulnerable and meek.
"Come on, let's go." Alex gestured her over with a smile. He forgot all about the whole "losing powers" thing that the ladies experienced. Emma's world, like Wanda's and so many others, had shattered. All the might, all the power, and she couldn't use it. This big dick stud had somehow gotten rid of it.
"...fine."
Or was there another explanation? Emma could only follow and see.
***
Emma Frost sat at the edge of a white leather chaise in the lounge, legs crossed, arms folded. She looked like she was trying to maintain authority, but her eyes were darting—quick, scanning everything. Marble floors, sculpted ceilings, massive windows letting in that hazy New Orleans sun.
The guy who had just walked in from the hallway was carrying two mugs of coffee and seemed to be the owner of this fine home. He threw on a black T-shirt and joggers.
"Alex, hm? You have excellent taste," Emma praised, half-honest and half trying to butter him up. There had to be a reason she had no powers. If this man was responsible, then she preferred not to get into a scuffle. He was shorter than her, maybe six-foot, maybe not, which was some inches shorter than what she was with her heels. Emma wasn't a giant, she was a little above six-foot, but with her thighs and natural charisma, it did make her seem bigger.
The unintimidated Alex handed her one of the mugs. "Here. Hazelnut. No cream. I guessed."
"Thank you," she replied, smiling openly yet following up with a cautious sip. It was good. "So. Want to explain what this place is?"
Alex dropped onto the giant sectional couch. "Sure, it's a mansion, paid for by my girlfriend, Natasha. Spy stuff, bank hacking. You know."
Emma raised an eyebrow. "Natasha Romanoff?"
"The very same." Alex took a sip. "She's out right now. There were some issues with the bank that she has to resolve. Should have figured it wouldn't be so easy. Just in case, I had Hela go with her."
"Hela…? You mean the goddess? Thor's sister?"
"The same."
Emma's eyes narrowed. "And how many of us are here?"
Alex held up fingers. "Four total right now. You, Wanda, Hela, and Natasha. There's Dagger too—"
"The snowbunny," Emma stated. "Cloak and Dagger? The inseparable ones?"
Alex looked half-guilty with his shoulder shrug. "Not…that inseparable. I mean, they still need each other but when Dagger needs her needs fulfilled, she comes over."
"In other words…hah." She flicked her diamond-shaped earring. "You cucked him?"
"Err…." Saying it out loud was embarrassing. "They're still together. Sort-of. It's an open relationship."
"Where only you get to fuck her, I presume?" Emma snickered. "Then he got cucked, Alex. No shame about it. For you, it should be a pride thing to steal a superhero's woman from right under him."
"It was more like right in front of him—"
"Oh my goodness, you went that far?" Emma's smile turned into a hearty, rich woman laugh. "Oh Lord, that is hilarious! Poor Cloak! Watching his own soulmate get plowed senseless by a huge cock! I wish I was there to see it!"
At that moment, by instinct, she tried reading his mind. It didn't work. Nothing came out and her laugh slowly died.
"Hrm."
Emma grimaced. She wasn't used to this. Having no voices to hear or intrude on, it felt like she was blind in some way. Alex was immediately able to tell what she was doing.
"Yeah, sorry, your telepathy won't work here."
She recrossed her legs. "Why not? I am the White Queen. My powers are second only to—" she was going to Jean Grey until she realized how pathetic that sounded, "none. I have no telepathic equal, this should not be possible."
"Right…" Alex cleared his throat. "So, Wanda's got a little magic right now. Hela's got a bit more, she can make spooky fog and break coffee cups with a look if she tries really hard. Only Cloak can use his space-time powers, but even then, he can only use it a handful a times a day."
"Nothing compared to his full uncucked self." Emma frowned. "Why? What's causing it?"
Is it you? she wanted to ask.
Alex shrugged. "Dunno. Something about this place. This Earth, my Earth, we don't have superheroes. As a matter of fact, we have you guys as comic books and entertainment and that kind of stuff."
"Excuse me?"
"Y-yeah, I know, it's weird. We've always thought of you as fictional characters."
Emma didn't understand. "Comic books? Entertainment? You're telling me it's all…" she trailed off when Alex brought out an issue of the Avengers versus X-men. Emma cautiously took the comic book and flipped through it. "This…"
"Yeah, I know."
"This is a massive invasion of privacy! Is there a device that lets you spy on other worlds?"
"No, no, no, not like that. Definitely not. Trust me, most of the creators of the Marvel universe have passed."
"...Marvel…?"
Alex sighed and rubbed his forehead. "This is going to take a long time to explain."
"Which would be easier if I had my powers." Emma leaned forward slightly. "But Hela and Wanda still can use their powers?"
"Kind of. They've each got maybe, I dunno, one percent of what they're used to. Hela said her strength is still decent but barely stronger than the US army."
Emma scoffed. That was the goddess nerfed. How quaint.
"It might be a power thing or if you're connected to outside powers. Cloak is connected to the Darkforce which is this multiversal energy. The Scarlet Witch has Chaos Magic and Hela is connected to death itself. So if you have a connection to something, you can get a little bit of your powers."
"Whereas I am a mutant. Wholly independent," Emma muttered. "So I will not receive my powers."
Alex nodded. "I think so. Wanda is down in the basement meditating. It's been a couple days, kinda freaky to be honest, but she says she won't stop until she gets some answers. So yeah."
"The Scarlet Witch, hm…" Emma stared at him, gears turning in her head.
'Okay. Let's think. Wanda, Hela, now me, all pulled out of comics books and video games. All depowered. All in his house. He's the only constant. That means either the house is special… or he is. No. It has to be him. This guy—he's got to be something else. A mutant? A god? Some kind of multiversal anchor? And then there's that thing between his legs. That can't be a coincidence, right?'
Emma tilted her head, voice sweetening. "You know… you're very calm about all this. Most people would panic. You've handled so many powerful women falling into your life pretty gracefully."
Alex smiled, sipping his coffee. "I do my best. At first, I freaked a little, but at this point I think I get the jist."
The blonde leaned in a little, just enough to make it look natural. "Still, a man in your position? So many… powerful women around? You must feel like the king of the world."
He blinked. "Eh, more like the janitor of a very confusing sorority house."
Emma smiled. A soft, alluring thing. "Well. You do seem capable of handling... a lot."
Alex didn't flinch. He brightened, put his cup down, leaned it, and Emma thought they were about to kiss. "You want tacos?"
Except nope. He didn't want a kiss. He wanted food.
Emma's whole act stumbled for a half-second. "I—what?"
"Tacos," Alex said, standing. "Or enchiladas. I make a mean green sauce. I think I've got some cotija cheese left, unless Wanda has been snacking on it again."
Emma stared at him. He was already walking toward the kitchen, completely unaware—or completely immune—to her charms.
'Okay,' she thought. 'He's either the most clueless man alive or some higher-tier being that can't be seduced. This is becoming a problem.'
Ten minutes later, Emma sat at the massive granite island counter, staring at the plate in front of her.
Corn tortillas, hand-pressed and toasted. Chicken perfectly seasoned and cooked in a homemade green chile sauce. Creamy refried beans on the side. A little lime wedge. Fresh chopped cilantro.
The Ice Queen took one bite.
Her eyes widened.
Another bite. She chewed slower. Processing.
"Oh my goodness," she muttered.
Alex grinned from the stove, flipping something in a pan. "Told you."
She didn't even look up. "This is… this is better than sex." Her charms were suddenly blasting at him. "Although I've never had sex with you, have I?"
Finally. Finally, he laughed nervously. "Well…I guess not."
Hook, line, and sinker. Time to reel in her prey.
Until she saw he was cooking again. Okay, maybe she'd hold back until after they were done eating.
***
So she didn't do that. Hell, she wasn't able to do any seduction for a full two days. For Emma Frost, that was a record. Alex was in the kitchen quite often, experimenting and trying new recipes. Wanda needed to be fed while she did her meditative investigation of the universe.
Emma was always in the back, arms crossed, trying to be haughty until Alex called her over to test.
Day three rolled around. Today, Emma told herself, she'd seduce him and get proper answers. She chose not to talk to Wanda because that bitch was crazy. This hung bastard though, he seemed normal, which in her experience meant he was super normal or super abnormal.
On this day, the kitchen smelled dangerous. Savory, sweet, smoky—one of those aromas that curled up under your nose and convinced your stomach it had been empty for hours.
Alex worked the stove like a man possessed. One hand stirred a simmering sauce in a cast-iron pan, the other flipped something golden and flaky on a flat-top grill. He had a black apron that said "FEED ME AND TELL ME I'M PRETTY".
Emma sat across the room, perched on a barstool with her arms crossed and legs elegantly crossed at the ankles. She wore a sleeveless white turtleneck, tailored to perfection, and was trying very, very hard not to look hungry.
She was hungry. But not just for food.
For control.
And Alex made that very, very hard.
"Which are you trying now?" Emma asked.
"Variation number three," Alex called back. "Less heat, more cocoa, bit of cinnamon this time."
Emma sniffed, loud enough to be heard. "You're wasting your time, you know."
Alex didn't turn. "On what?"
"On impressing me." She lifted her chin. "I've dined in Wakanda. In Atlantis. I've had starfruit fermented in Shi'ar royal wine."
"Haha, but have you had chicken thighs braised in ancho chile chocolate sauce, finished with a hint of espresso and served on homemade blue corn tortillas?"
Emma's mouth twitched. "I'm not—"
"C'mere," he said, nodding toward the plate he was building. "Test it."
There it was again. That tone. He didn't ask her. He didn't beg for her approval. He just handed it out like the guy knew exactly how good he was. And that pissed her off more than she liked to admit.
Emma stood, arms still folded, heels tapping across the floor as she walked over. Her expression was all practiced disdain—like she was doing him a favor.
He plated it clean. A small taco topped with perfectly tender chicken, drizzled with thick mole, a sprinkle of pickled onions, and crumbled queso fresco. He slid it across to her without fanfare.
Emma picked it up slowly, narrowed her eyes, then bit.
The flavor hit her like a mindquake. The mole was deep, complex, smoky and rich, but not too sweet. It clung to the chicken like velvet, the tortilla was warm and soft, and the onions cut through it all with the kind of brightness that made you feel things.
She chewed slower.
Alex just leaned against the counter, watching with a grin.
"Well?"
Emma swallowed, eyes distant. "...I hate you."
"That good, huh?"
"The White Queen approves...is all."
Alex chuckled. "Noted." He turned back to the stove. "Oh, and I made a mango-lime crema for round two. Wanna test that too, Your Majesty?"
Emma blinked. Her whole identity briefly crumbled under a layer of warm mole sauce.
Alex grinned. "Heh, looks to me that you're hooked."
Emma glared. "I am not—"
Alex slid another taco toward her without looking. She took it. And that was the last word she said for fifteen delicious minutes.
So yeah, that was how the White Queen's days went. Trying to seduce the young man who was maybe-a-god-maybe-not, getting interrupted, trying to be arrogant, getting proved wrong, and then pouting like a tsundere. It wasn't like her. She was…Emma was a dominatrix, dammit! She drank wine and she ordered people and…a-and…
But as she sank into her new bed, she couldn't help but want to stay here and try out more of his meals. Expensive wine suddenly felt like a far away thing that she had done in her adolescence. She loved wine, it was great, but a fresh glass of mango juice was equally as refreshing.
"Tomorrow," Emma murmured, face buried in her pillow, "tomorrow, he will fall to my whims and give me all that I desire."
All that she desired? That meant answers to her circumstances. Oh, but technically, Wanda was handling that, right? Emma had gotten a peak of the Scarlet Witch down in the basement and it was indeed her. If there was anyone capable of solving the strangeness of their circumstances, it was her.
Which meant, in all likelihood, Alex didn't know anything. He was just letting the Scarlet Witch investigate, which seemed strange if he was hiding something.
Wouldn't that also mean seducing him was pointless...?
....whatever. Fine! So what if it was pointless? This...this was a matter of pride now!
***
The battle of pride began on the fourth day of her stay in the evening. Alex was doing what any healthy young man would be doing in his spare time—gaming.
The hot blond babe sauntered into the living room, her hips swaying with a confidence that could stop traffic. She was dressed to kill. Emma Frost, at the height of her icy majesty, made the entire space feel underdressed just by existing in it.
She was wrapped—or barely wrapped—in a gown made of shimmering silver-blue panels that caught the light like razor-thin shards of ice. The fabric was layered vertically, each panel dancing with refracted light that made her look less like she was wearing a dress and more like she'd materialized directly from a snowstorm of diamonds. It clung at just the right angles, flared in just the right places, and revealed nearly everything between.
Particularly the white thong.
The sides of the gown were left almost entirely open, exposing the smooth curves of her hips and thighs. Delicate, crystalline chains looped across her shoulders and arms, connecting the floating structure together like pieces of jewelry masquerading as architecture. They sparkled faintly as she moved, more suggestive than structural, designed to make everyone wonder how the dress stayed up.
And yet, it didn't matter. It was Emma Frost. Nothing about her ever needed justification.
Silver hoop earrings gleamed against her slicked-back platinum hair, tucked neatly behind her ears in a style so pristine it could only be magic or ruthless discipline. White gloves covered her forearms in a retro nod to old-world glamor, the only concession to modesty in an ensemble that otherwise declared absolute self-possession.
Her diamond heels clicked against the hardwood floor, each step a deliberate act of seduction. She had one goal in mind: to get Alex's attention.
"The White Queen always gets what she wants. At any cost."
But Alex was busy. His eyes were glued to the TV screen, his fingers flying across the controller as he played Marvel Rivals. The intensity on his face was almost comical, his brow furrowed in concentration. Emma rolled her eyes, a sly smile playing on her lips. She wasn't used to being ignored.
She walked over to the couch, her hips swaying even more exaggeratedly now, and plopped down beside him. Her thigh brushed against his, the warmth of her skin seeping through the fabric of his jeans. She leaned in close, her breath hot against his ear as she whispered, "Hey, handsome. You're not seriously going to ignore me for a video game, are you?"
Alex didn't even glance her way. "Just one more match, Emma. I'm about to clutch this."
Emma pouted, her lower lip jutting out in a way that usually got her whatever she wanted. But not today. She decided to up the ante. She shifted closer, pressing her chest against his arm. Her breasts were big, soft, and firm, the thin fabric of her dress doing nothing to hide their shape. She could feel the tension in his muscles as he tried to focus, but she wasn't about to let him off that easy.
"Alex," Emma purred. "Don't you think I'm more fun than some stupid game?"
He hesitated for a moment, his fingers faltering on the controller. But then he shook his head, refocusing on the screen. "Emma, I'm serious. This is ranked. I can't just—"
She cut him off by sliding her hand down his chest, her fingers trailing lower and lower until they reached the waistband of his jeans. She could feel the heat radiating from him, the faint outline of his cock already stirring beneath the fabric. "Such a big boy, aren't you?" She smirked, her fingers deftly undoing the button and pulling down the zipper.
"E-Emma—!" Alex started, but his words caught in his throat as Emma reached inside and pulled out his flaccid cock. It was huge, even in its relaxed state, and she knew it would only get bigger. She wrapped her fingers around him, her touch light but deliberate, and began to stroke.
Alex suppressed a groan and kept playing, his grip on the controller tightening. "Emma, I—I can't focus."
"Good," she whispered, her breath hot against his neck. She quickened her pace, her hand moving up and down his length. Sheesh, feeling it twitch in her hand, it became evident just how much bigger it was compared to the other men in her past. She could feel him growing harder with each stroke, his cock swelling until it was a full thirteen inches of pure, throbbing desire.
"Maybe more," Emma murmured. "Mm, you really are hung, aren't you? Are all the men in your world like this?"
No response. The match was getting intense, the sound of gunfire and explosions filling the room. Alex's jaw clenched as he tried to concentrate, but Emma wasn't making it easy. She jerked him off, slow and methodical. She didn't want those lewd sounds to hit his ears. She only wanted his cock to feel.
"You know you want me more than this game, darling~!"
He bit back a second groan. "Emma, I—I'm so close."
In finishing the match? In cumming? Emma didn't know because she couldn't. Her telepathy was gone and somehow that made this all the more exciting.
"So? Just let go, darling. Just let go~!"
The screen flashed with the words "DEFEAT." Alex cursed under his breath and slumped.
Emma blinked and then giggled. Her hand retreated from his monstrous erection and remarked, "Looks like you lost."
Alex turned to her. It was at this moment that Emma realized that she pissed him off.
The throbbing male grabbed her by the waist and flipped her onto her back. His hands flung at her dress. Her thicc thighs were fully exposed now, their smooth, creamy skin begging to be touched. He ran his hands up and down them.
"A-Alex!" She smirked. "Heh, where did this come from—?"
He didn't say a word and captured her in a kiss that was anything but gentle. His tongue explored her mouth with a hunger that left her breathless, his hands roaming over her thighs with a possessiveness that made her melt.
Emma moaned into the kiss, her hands tangling in his hair as she pulled him closer. She could feel the heat of his body pressing against hers, the hardness of his cock pressing against her white thong. She wanted him—needed him—more than anything.
He sat up and slapped his heavy dick on her thong-covered cunt. She had already drenched the slutty garment.
"You think you can handle me, Alex?" Emma purred, her voice dripping with condescension. "I've taken on men far more formidable than you. Cyclops, Wolverine—they all crumbled beneath my power."
Alex just reached out to roughly pull aside her thong, exposing her slick, glistening pussy. She cooed, feeling the cool air against her sensitive flesh, and her smirk widened.
"This is going to be fun," she teased, though her confidence faltered slightly as she felt the sheer size of him pressing against her. The girth alone was…a lot. So did Alex wait?
Hell no. He thought she had it handled. He thought she could take his cock in one fell swoop.
Emma's eyes widened. A total, "Oh fuck" moment striking her.
All that cock was inside her. Her womb and her walls, they were suddenly stretched like never before. Her wide eyes looked down at where they were connected. Oh fuck.
"Oh fuck—!"
It wasn't fair. Big cocks weren't fair. Not having her telepathy to make him prematurely ejaculate wasn't fair! Not having a super embarrassed post-quickshot man fuck her wasn't fair!
Four inches reeled back and then rammed back in.
Emma Frost's world went white. She was cumming.
"Oh fuck, I'm cumming—!"
That wasn't it, she was cumming three times in a row. From three thrusts; the first two causing the orgasm and the last snapping her back into reality.
"Alex—fuck—!" Emma's voice was barely a whisper now, her usual arrogance shattered by the sheer intensity of his thrusts. If she could, she would have shrieked. But this shock, this sudden spike in pleasure, she couldn't compute it. Not without her powers. Her thighs trembled as he pounded into her three times again.
She was lost. She could only feel his cock in her pussy. She couldn't control herself. She couldn't…she just couldn't do anything but receive!
Alex was a nice guy. He didn't taunt very often. But from Emma's perspective, that was what it looked like. This stud was growling at her, saying with every brutal orgasmic thrust: "Take every fucking inch of me. You thought you could handle this? You thought you were in control? Look at you now—whimpering, shaking beneath me like a fucking slut."
Emma's eyes rolled back as another wave of pleasure crashed over her, her pussy clenching around his cock as she came hard. Her body convulsed, her juices soaking the couch beneath her. She had never felt anything like this before—never been so completely overwhelmed by a man.
She gasped. She moaned. But Alex didn't stop because she didn't say it. He grabbed her hips tighter, pulling her closer to fuck her with a brutal pace. Emma's hands scrambled for purchase on the couch. She was arching off the bed, neither her booty nor her back touching it. It was like she was in shock. It was like she was a mentally losing herself. She needed to be strapped down.
"But this cockkshhhklkk~♡!"
Gibberish was beginning to spill from her lips. She couldn't think, couldn't speak—all she could do was feel. And God, did she feel it. Every thrust sent shockwaves through her body, her pussy clamping down on his cock as another orgasm ripped through her.
This dress. This slutty dress and this slutty confidence—all of it paled in comparison to Alex. How long did they fuck for? How many orgasms did she experience? She didn't know. She was blanking in and out, completely at his mercy.
Alex just thought he was doing a good job. See, it wasn't only the size. If it was size alone, Emma would have been fine. Hell, had this been Alex's first time, she might have adapted and dominated him.
But this Alex was no amateur.
"Here and here. Pretty good, right?"
"Cmshshkkiiiing~!!! Aleexxssh~!"
He smiled. Alex was taught by the professional Natasha, by the amateur Dagger, by the demanding Hela and the loving Scarlet Witch. It was the angles of his thrusts. It was this instinctive magic to know where their weakest spots were. With size alone, he was already crushing everything, but he could always do better. Focus more on the parts that were weak to her.
So that was what he did.
Casually, as if he wasn't dominating the Dominatrix Queen, he asked, "Want me to cum inside or out?"
"Cummigsiiinnng! Cummiiing! CUMSHIIINNNG~♡!"
Ah.
"Well, looks like she's just happy to be here." Alex chuckled and he slammed into her one last time, his cock buried deep inside her as he came, his cum flooding her pussy. Emma's body went rigid and finally fell on the couch, her mouth falling open in a silent scream as she came again, her juices mixing with his as they spilled out onto the couch.
When Alex finally pulled out, Emma's arms and legs were shaking uncontrollably. Her chest heaved with each ragged breath, her legs spread wide and overflowing with his luscious baby batter. Viscous, it was a long journey to get from her womb to the outside world.
The queen tried to recover from the intense fucking she had just endured. All she could do was sputter and roll her eyes back. "Tshshkkk…ckchook….this cockkk….can't….shhtopp…."
She orgasmed again, her legs smacking against the couch.
Alex laughed.
***
Okay, so her first attempt to dominate him didn't go so well. So what? It wasn't like she expected it to be a walk in the park. This…this was important. She had to do it.
'Wait, why am I doing this again—?'
That sliver of logic lasted as long as her inability to not orgasm. The following morning, Emma hugged Alex from behind and slipped her hands in his pants.
She probably should have considered a better plan.
"CUMMING, CUMMING, I'M CUMMIIING!"
Emma Frost shrieked, her voice cracking as Alex pounded away at her. Her diamond-hard exterior had melted away, leaving her a quivering, gasping mess lying on the kitchen table. Her platinum blonde hair was plastered to her forehead, her usually pristine white outfit discarded in a heap on the floor. She was nothing but raw, unfiltered need now, her mind shattered by the sheer force of Alex's cock.
PLAP—! PLAP—-! PLAP—!
The sound of his massive, thirteen-inch cock slamming into her soaked pussy echoed through the room, each thrust driving her closer to the edge of yet another orgasm. His balls slapped against her ass, heavy and full, a testament to the virility that was currently wrecking her. Emma's legs were pinned back, her knees pressed into her chest as Alex held her in a mating press.
Out of all positions, this was new. A mating press? What the fuck was that? Some sort of hentai thing? To her, it sounded completely ridiculous until Alex actually did it.
Suddenly, she was at his mercy and she fucking loved it.
"OH MY GOD, ALEX! FUCK ME! FUCK ME HARDER!"
Hours of begging and moaning and appraisal. Yes, this mating press was fucking addicted. He had already creampied her twice before and was soon wanting a third. The kitchen table itself had tappers of his white cum falling from the corners. Emma's pussy could only take so much cum, after all.
Her pussy clenched around him, desperate to milk every drop of cum from his throbbing cock. She could feel the pressure building inside her again, her body betraying her with yet another wave of pleasure that threatened to drown her.
"CUMMIIIING~! I'M CUMMIING SHOOO HAARRDD~♡!"
She didn't sound like herself. Where was the dignity? Where was the dominatrix? Well…
PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—!
The mating press removed any and all signs of her old self.
Alex grinned down at her. He didn't just dominate her either, he adored her. He needed to say a word. He just fucked and she worshipped him for it.
"YES! YES, I LOVE IT!" she cried, her nails digging into his shoulders as he pounded into her with even more force. Her pussy was so wet, so tight, and every inch of his cock felt like it was made just for her. She could feel the head of his dick hitting her cervix with each thrust.
No man had ever gone that deep. She suspected no man ever would.
"IT'S THE BIGGEST COCK I'VE EVER FELT! THE BIGGESSSTTT! I CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT IT!"
Even if she had her telepathic abilities, Emma understood they would be useless in the face of such overwhelming physical sensation. She couldn't think, couldn't focus on anything but the way Alex's cock was stretching her, filling her, fucking her into oblivion. She had started this morning as the confident, untouchable Emma Frost, wanting a rematch that she was sure to win, but now she was nothing but a quivering, moaning mess, completely consumed by her desire for him.
On the table, squatting and fucking this bitch, Alex finally asked with a kind smile and a heavy breath, "So…what are we?"
This control. This casual tone. This casual fuck.
Just what was he? Emma wasn't sure and that fascinated her, especially as his cock throbbed and she threw her head back.
"I'M YOURS! I'M YOURS, ALEX!"
Another orgasm and her pussy clenched around him, squeezing his cock so tightly that he groaned in pleasure. She could feel herself squirting again, the warm liquid gushing out of her and soaking the table beneath them. It was humiliating, degrading, and so fucking hot that she couldn't stop herself from cumming again and again.
Alex didn't let up, his thrusts becoming even more brutal as he chased his own release. "F-fuck, Emma, you're so tight," he groaned, his hands gripping her hips tightly. I'm gonna fill you up, baby. Gonna pump you full of my cum."
"YES! PLEASE! CUM INSIDE ME!"
Emma could feel his cock pulsing inside her, and she knew he was close. The thought of him filling her with his cum sent her over the edge again, her body convulsing as she came harder than she ever had before.
"LET GOOOO! DO IT! DON'T HOLD BACKKKK! YOU'RE A MAN, SO JUST DO IT—!"
Alex let go, his cum flooding her pussy in hot, sticky waves. Emma gasped as she felt it filling her, the sensation pushing her into yet another orgasm. She could feel it leaking out of her, dripping down her thighs and onto the table once more, but she didn't care. All that mattered was the way Alex's cock felt inside her, the way he was claiming her, making her his.
As they both lay there, panting and spent, Emma couldn't help but make out with him. She had started this night thinking she was in control, but now she knew the truth: she was Alex's slut, his whore, and she wouldn't have it any other way.
"A-ahh~! Hnnghghh!"
The White Queen whined as he pulled out. Soon, her cunt clenched around nothing. Alex stood on his own two feet on the floor while he left Emma on the table. Her skin was slick with sweat, her hair a tangled mess, and her mind was a fog of pleasure and exhaustion. But even now, she wanted more. She always wanted more.
"Phew! That was fun!" Glorious globs of cum poured of her elite hole. "Come on, let's take a break."
Legs spread, absolutely swarmed with his baby batter, and hardly able to move. "S-seriously? A break? Really?" she whined. "I can't move, y-you bastard."
Alex reached down and grabbed her wrist, helping her sit up. "Come on, we need to eat, don't we?"
Swaying to side, Emma was only barely able to keep herself upright on the table. She panted. She wheezed. Her toes curled and the aftershocks kept making her throw her head back.
Alex went to the fridge, pulling out a bowl of fresh strawberries and a can of whipped cream. He set them on the counter beside Emma, his eyes never leaving hers. "Open your mouth," he instructed.
Emma obeyed, her lips parting as he held a strawberry to them. She took a bite, the sweet juice bursting on her tongue. Alex watched her intently, his fingers trailing down her neck to her chest. She knew what was coming. The old Emma would have told him no. The old Emma would have told him not to grope her tits. They were off-limits.
But...but...
When he squeezed her breasts, when he smiled at her, the White Queen's heart melted.
"You're so beautiful," he said. He sprayed a dollop of whipped cream onto each of her nipples, the cold sensation making her shiver. Then he leaned down, his tongue flicking over one hardened peak, licking the cream away with slow, deliberate strokes.
Emma moaned, her head falling back as pleasure shot through her. Alex's mouth was hot and wet against her skin, his teeth grazing her nipple in a way that made her squirm. He moved to the other breast, repeating the process until every trace of cream was gone.
Then he pulled back, smiling and satisfied. Except…she hadn't orgasmed. "Y-you really are…"
"What's up?"
Emma blushed, her cheeks turning pink. "Damn bastard. Don't stop! I-I order you not to!"
"Come on, relax. We can do this tomorrow, you know. Anymore and you might break."
What was she supposed to say or do? He was right, one more round and she might not wake up for a good day. She controlled her breath.
"Understand this, Alex. The White Queen always gets what she wants. At any cost." That classic Hellfire Club smirk appeared. "Next time, I will not lose."
"Okay. Want another strawberry?"
He tempted her, smiling, and tried to feed her. Emma looked away, flushing. "I'm Hellfire Club royalty! This… is beneath me…"
But she ended up letting him feed her anyway.
***
The sun was high, the mansion grounds were clean, Wanda was still meditating, and Alex lay stretched out on a lounge chair by the pool, his sunglasses perched low on his nose, a half-finished iced tea sweating on the table beside him. The water rippled gently, the occasional breeze carrying the scent of chlorine and blooming jasmine. It was peaceful. Almost too peaceful.
Peace had to be distributed and what better way than for the click of heels on the stone patio, sharp and deliberate, echoing like a drumbeat in the quiet afternoon. Before he could sit up, she appeared.
Emma Frost strode into view like she owned the place
For once in her life, she wasn't here to claim property. No, she was here to claim him. She was dressed in a white bikini that clung to her curves like it had been painted on. The top was structured, with thin straps that crisscrossed over her shoulders, enhancing her ample bust—easily a D-cup—while the bottoms tied at the sides with delicate bows, accentuating her hips and those legendary thighs of hers. Her platinum-blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders, catching the sunlight like spun gold, and her piercing blue eyes locked onto his with an intensity that made his stomach drop.
"Alex," Emma greeted, like honey laced with something dangerous. "You're looking… relaxed."
He swallowed hard, trying to keep his composure. "Emma. Hi. What's up?"
She smirked, walking closer, her hips swaying with every step. Her heels clicked against the stone and he couldn't help but notice how her thighs brushed together as she moved. "Oh, just thought I'd stop by. See how my favorite project is doing."
"Project?" he repeated, his voice cracking slightly. He shifted in his seat, suddenly hyper-aware of the way his swim trunks were starting to feel a little… tighter.
"Yes, project," she said, stopping just inches away from him. She leaned down slightly, her cleavage practically begging for his attention. "I told you, didn't I? I've made it my personal mission to… domesticate you." Her lips curled into a sly smile, and he swore he could feel the heat radiating off her body.
"Domesticate me?" he echoed. "That's, uh, one way to put it."
"Mmm," she hummed, straightening up and walking over to the edge of the pool. She dipped a toe in, testing the water, before turning back to him. "You're like a wild animal," she continued, her tone teasing. "Untamed, unpredictable, and so…heavy."
Alex felt a flush creep up his neck. What was this slutty tone? It was like everything was an innuendo. "I don't think I'm that unpredictable."
Emma laughed softly. "Oh, darling, you're full of surprises. Like right now…" Her eyes trailed down to his lap, and his heart skipped a beat. "You're trying so hard to hide it, but I can see it. The way your body reacts to me."
He instinctively crossed his legs, but it was too late. She'd already noticed. Of course she had.
When he looked back up, she was close. She reached out, her perfectly manicured fingers brushing against the arm of his chair. "You know, Alex," she said, her voice dropping to a whisper, "I've tried twice before. And both times, you've managed to… resist me." More like fuck her senseless. "But we both know that won't last forever."
Her words hung in the air, charged with an electric tension that made his skin prickle. She leaned in even closer, her lips just inches from his ear. "Sooner or later, you're going to give in. And when you do…" She paused, letting her breath fan across his neck. "It's going to be spectacular."
Alex's breath hitched, his pulse racing as he tried to suppress the growing tightness in his trunks. He opened his mouth to speak and Emma laughed and tracked back, her grin widening as she reached for one of the bows on her bikini bottoms. She tugged it loose, letting the fabric shift slightly, revealing just a hint of the curve of her hip.
"Stay right there," she said, her tone commanding yet playful. "Don't move a muscle."
Alex froze, his heart pounding as she walked over to the diving board. She climbed onto it slowly, taking off her heels one at a time. When she reached the end, she turned to face him, her hands on her hips.
"Watch closely. You wouldn't want to miss this."
And then, with a fluid grace, she dove into the pool, her body slicing through the water like a knife. She surfaced moments later, her hair slicked back, her white bikini clinging to her curves even more than before. She swam over to the edge of the pool closest to him, resting her arms on the tiles as she looked up at him with those piercing blue eyes.
"Your turn." That smirk. His cock was seriously struggling. "Come join me."
Alex hesitated, his mind racing. He knew exactly what she was doing—testing him, tempting him, pushing him to his limits. And he also knew that resisting her would only make her more determined. But deep down, a small part of him wondered if maybe… just maybe… he didn't want to resist anymore.
"Well?" Emma asked, raising an eyebrow. "Are you going to make me wait?"
Cupping a hand over his bulge, he stood up slowly, his legs feeling unsteady beneath him. He walked over to the edge of the pool.
"Aw, what's wrong? Is something the matter? Why are you bending over like that, hm?"
He blushed and he jumped.
Alex barely had time to catch his breath before Emma was on him. The moment his head broke the surface of the pool, she closed the distance between them, her wet body pressed against his. Her hands slid up his chest, fingers tracing the contours of his muscles before gripping his shoulders. She tilted her head, her lips hovering just inches from his.
"Mm, look at you. I hope that jump wasn't too much for you."
Before Alex could respond, her lips crashed into his, and the world around them seemed to melt away. Her kiss was dominant, demanding, her tongue invading his mouth with a possessiveness that left him no room to think. Alex groaned, his hands instinctively finding her waist, pulling her closer as the heat between them intensified.
Emma's hands roamed his body with purpose, sliding down his chest, over his abs, and finally hovering just above the waistband of his swim trunks. Her fingers traced the outline of his growing erection through the fabric, teasing him with feather-light touches that made him ache for more. She broke the kiss, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, "You want me, don't you? Even if you won't admit it."
Alex's breath hitched, his grip on her tightening. "Emma…" he started, but she cut him off with a sharp nip to his earlobe.
"Don't lie to me," Emma purred, her fingers now gripping him through his trunks, applying just enough pressure to make him gasp. "I can feel how much you want me. And trust me, darling, I'm going to make you beg before this is over."
Her words sent a shiver down his spine, and despite himself, Alex found his hips bucking slightly against her hand, craving the friction she denied him. Emma smirked, clearly enjoying the effect she had on him. She released him and he was left panting like a dog. Her piercing blue eyes locking onto his, she gestured for him to follow her.
"Come on," she said, her tone leaving no room for argument. She turned and swam to the edge of the pool, hoisting herself out with effortless grace. The water clung to her skin, highlighting her booty cheeks as she stood there, dripping wet and utterly captivating. He didn't realize how amazing her ass was. Her white bikini, barely covering her ample cleavage and perfectly sculpted hips, left little to the imagination.
But the booty and the thighs that complicated them, at long last, he got to see it all.
The way she looked at him—challenging, alluring, impossibly confident—pulled him forward. He climbed out of the pool, water cascading off his body. Emma kept walking and Alex chased.
"Follow, follow, darling~♡"
Alex's heart pounded in his chest as he followed her, his eyes tracing the sway of her hips with every step. Emma led him to the patio, the large windows offering a breathtaking view of inside.
She turned to face him, her eyes blazing with desire. "You've been resisting me for too long, Alex," she said, stepping closer until their bodies were almost touching. "But we both know you can't keep saying no forever."
Her hands slid up his chest. This time, the kiss was slower, more deliberate, but no less intense. Alex's hands moved to her waist, pulling her flush against him as their lips melded together. Emma's fingers tangled in his hair, tugging slightly as she deepened the kiss, her tongue teasing his in a way that made him groan.
When she finally pulled away, her lips were swollen, her breath coming in short bursts. She took a step back, her eyes locked on his as she reached behind her and undid the clasp of her bikini top. It fell to the floor, leaving her breasts exposed, her nipples hard from the cool air that brushed against her skin.
"Your turn," she said.
Alex's mouth went dry as he stared at her, his hands trembling slightly as they moved to the waistband of his swim trunks. He slipped them off, letting them fall to the floor, leaving him completely exposed.
He was half-erect, cock slightly drooping. Still massive, of course. Still bigger than any other cock Emma had seen.
Emma's gaze raked over him, her lips curling into a satisfied smirk. "Beautiful," she murmured, stepping closer again. But rather than jerk him off or go down to suck his dick, she spun and slammed her ass into his cock and balls. There was a wince of pain and a provocation to stand up.
His schlong arose and suddenly found itself trapped between her thighs. Her arms came behind him, turning his head to look at her.
"Don't even think about moving." Emma pressed her thighs together, trapping Alex's cock between them. Her legs were a vice, smooth and unyielding, the sheer power of her thighs making him groan in submission.
"E-Emma…"
On instinct, he thrust. Her thighs—good god, they felt good. They weren't like a pussy or a tight throat, there was a kind of freedom in them. Especially at the tip where he could feel the air. He groaned. He thrust desperately, wanting to feel her thighs.
Her icy blue eyes locked on his, her lips curled into a smirk that was equal parts arrogance and amusement. "I only let the best men do this. You're lucky to receive the White Queen's approval, young man~♡"
Alex's hands clenched at his sides, his breath coming in ragged gasps as Emma's thighs squeezed tighter, the friction making his cock throb. She was right—she was always right—and he was nothing more than a toy in her hands, a plaything for her to dominate and control. But then… something changed.
Emma's smirk faltered for the first time in years. Her eyes flicked down between her thighs, and her breath hitched. 'What the fuck?' She'd fucked countless men—mutants, humans, even gods—but none of them had ever been able to outsize her thighs. Until now. Alex's cock was massive, a monstrous thirteen inches of pure, veined flesh that stretched beyond anything she'd ever seen. It was so fucking thick that she could feel every ridge, every pulse, as she rubbed him between her thighs. And it wasn't stopping. The tip of his cock peeked out from the top of her thighs, glistening with pre-cum, and Emma felt something primal stir inside her.
The queen should have expected this. But her arrogance blinded her sometimes.
"Well, well," Emma murmured, her voice trembling ever so slightly. "It seems I've underestimated you for a third time, Alex. Do you feel that? How your cock is splitting my thighs apart? How it's so fucking big that I can't even contain it?" Her voice was low, almost a whisper, but it carried the weight of her dominance—and her shock.
Alex groaned, his hips bucking instinctively as her thighs tightened around him. "Fuck, Emma… I can't—I can't hold back."
"Oh, you don't have to," Emma said, her smirk returning as she finally let go of her composure. "Let me see what you're made of, Alex. Cum for me. Show me why you're the only man who's ever impressed me."
And he did. With a guttural moan, Alex erupted and his cock surged upwards, his cum shooting out in thick, white ropes that splattered against Emma's stomach and even her chest. She gasped, her eyes widening as she watched in awe. It wasn't just the quantity—it was the force, the sheer power of his orgasm that left her stunned. Scott, Logan… none of them had ever come close to this.
The rest of his load fell forward, toward the floor, but those first couple cumshots…
Emma was never going to forget it. Her breath quickened as she slid forward, her thighs still squeezing his cock as she scooped up some of his cum with her fingers. She brought it to her lips, her tongue darting out to taste him, and a shiver ran down her spine.
There was a moment of pause; of his big cock extending between her legs, making her squirm and pant. He hadn't even fucked her and yet…
Her boobs were suddenly introduced to a groping pair of hands. If this had been the old Emma, if any other male had dared to do this, she would have squeezed their testicles and then forced an illusion to make them think their dick shrank. Groping her tits was strictly off the menu.
But with Alex…
"Mmmpph…!"
She let it happen. She let herself turn and kiss him with her tongue. She let him dominate.
"E-Emma Frost never surrenders…" she said after the hot lengthy kiss. Alex just smiled.
Queen. Mother. Perfection. Emma answered to all three. With Alex and only Alex, however, there was a fourth calling: whore. Emma Frost had officially become this man's personal whore. She wouldn't have it any other way.