The Hunger of Phoenix

Stephanie had really wanted to be the one who first took Jean Grey and all
reasonable logic backed up this decision. Considering her feelings of
vulnerability, the sudden break-off of her psychic rapport with Cyclops, and
the fact that men had stalked her for the last 36 hours, I deduced that she
would best respond to another woman. And besides, the thought of the
strait-laced Phoenix, getting fucked by my sister no less, aroused me a great

I had reviewed Jean’s psi-profile in the Cerebro files, absorbing as much
information about my prey as possible. The data confirmed my earlier
hypothesis that Phoenix and Cyclops were the linchpins of the X-Men
operation. My taking them out had destabilised the team, meaning that the
remaining members would be a lot easier to pick off.

However, Jean was more important to me, or more specifically my plans. I
would need a deeply conditioned telepath of enormous stature to help me carry
out the rest of my design and whilst the Phoenix was the only candidate for
the job, a simple sexual addiction along the lines of Emma’s would not be
sufficient. The White Queen was already corrupt, but Jean Grey was the very
paragon of virtue. Sure, I would have… some fun… with her, but her long-term
subjugation would require some investigation. I read with much interest the
files on the Dark Phoenix episode. Jean no longer (and never really had)
access to those kinds of power levels, but I was sure I could use this
information in the coming days. I was particularly intrigued at how
Mastermind had moulded the Phoenix to his will by appealing to her basest
desires, then breaking down her principals. I was sure a similar approach
would pay off here.

I finished my contemplation and cleared my mind of all activity, summoning
forth my sister in my mind’s eye. My Cerebro link and captive White Queen had
quickly established Jean’s position and Stephanie was now en route to
‘rescue’ the X-Man from a carefully staged Wild Pack strike. I saw the scene
with Stephanie’s eyes; the uniformed mercenaries chasing a limping,
haggard-looking Phoenix through a scummy alley in Hell’s Kitchen, her
green-gold suit ripped to shreds in places, her glorious mane of red hair
matted and dirty, her eyes hollow and fearful.

My sister dropped her Ferrari into gear, hit the gas and sped down the alley
from the opposite direction, urging Jean to get in, before flooring it and
driving straight into the Wild Pack pursuers. The escape looked convincing to
me, but as Stephanie turned to face Jean it was clear that any ruse would have
worked on the X-Man. She was utterly exhausted, on the edge of collapse.
Stephanie smiled to herself, knowing that Phoenix stood no chance of resisting

Jean Grey was in the building within the hour, in a specially prepared
apartment downstairs. The mutagenic dart was beginning to wear off, but it
was child’s play for Stephanie to power down our latest captive. I gave her
20 minutes before my sister finally seduced her.

I distanced myself temporarily from Stephanie and summoned my White Queen. I
had to unearth Jean’s darkest lusts and Emma had already insinuated herself
into our guest’s unwary mutant mind. She sat on my lap and I caressed her
hair as she became one with our captive. She would act as interpreter while I
linked with Stephanie and began the sexual experimentation.

"Wow… this is some place you’ve got here Stephanie," Jean marvelled, gazing
upwards at the high ceilings and fine furnishings of her apartment.

Stephanie smiled. "Everything here belongs to my brother. I’d love for you to
meet him later…" she eyed Phoenix’s torn costume. "I’ll go run you a bath and
find you some clothes - you look about the same size as me."

"What’s the matter?" Jean asked - she had noticed that Stephanie was staring
at her, but without her mental powers she did not realise that my sister was
just struck by her incredible beauty, despite her dirty appearance.

"I… I’m sorry, Jean," Stephanie stuttered. "I’ve just never seen a super
heroine before."

Phoenix smiled at the apparently innocent girl’s naiveté, and as Stephanie
turned to walk away, she appreciated my sister’s body.

*Oooh* Emma’s thoughts lanced into my mind *The mistress’s pheromones are
starting to kick in… I can feel Jean’s attraction… Yessss… I bet she’s going
to go for it*

Already? I realised that my sister’s power would be more potent on Phoenix in
her vulnerable state, but this quickly? I speculated that Jean’s fiery side
was not so heavily reigned in after the ordeal of the last few days. Indeed,
it had been that part of her personality that had kept her one step ahead of
my bounty hunters.

The bath had been run - a nice hot, foam bath - and Stephanie had left her to
jump in whilst she dug out a couple of dresses for our guest to try on.
Retrieving the clothes she started purposefully for the bathroom.

*Yessss… Jean’s feeling really horny… she doesn’t understand why… she’s
touching her breasts now… her cunt is beginning to itch*

I smiled to myself. Stephanie had jacked me off into the foam bath bottle
this morning and the sensitising effect of my sperm was already going to work
on our lovely guest.

My sister walked into the bathroom and held both dresses up: "Smart?" she
indicated, holding up one of her power suits, "or sexy?" she smiled, hoisting
up a black, low cut number. Looking at Jean she noticed the hands kneading
on her breasts… a look of lust in her eyes that only deepened as the
pheromones of my sister deadened her inhibitions still further.

Stephanie smiled and dropped both dresses, kneeling down beside the bath,
looking Phoenix straight in the eyes. "Sexy then I take it."

*Her cunt’s burning now… she needs it so bad…*

Stephanie dipped her hand into the water and ran her fingers tantalisingly up
Jean’s inner thighs until she reached the sweet junction of her legs, her hips
bucking in need.

Jean moaned softly. "You’ve done this haven’t you? You’ve made me feel this

Stephanie chuckled quietly to herself and murmured "I’m just giving you what
you really want…" as she slid two fingers, then a third into Jean’s yielding

I felt Emma arch on my lap as she telepathically enjoyed Jean’s climax. My
cock’s rigidity sent it burrowing into the small of her back. I pulled her
closer and lifted her mini-skirt, then began strumming on her clit
rhythmically as I pushed my cock into the cleavage of her buttocks, my
remaining hand snaking up to molest her breasts through her bra.

As Jean came down from her climax, she rose slightly from the bath, leaning
forward to engage my sister in a deep, searching kiss, her soaking hands
seeking out Stephanie’s E-cup breasts.

*Jean’s surrendered to her lust… she seeks to dominate… she wants to control*

I started thrusting into Emma’s ass cleavage. "More! Go deeper. What does she
want… what is she afraid of giving into? Tell me!"

Jean broke the kiss and stared deeply into my sister’s eyes. "I… I… I want to
see you naked, Stephanie."

*Uncertainty… her principals are coming back… she’s thinking about Scott… her
marriage vows…*

Stephanie revealed a tantalising amount of cleavage to her new lover, then
pulled her blouse off completely, exposing her perfect breasts to the Phoenix.

*Oh fuck she’s so beautiful!*

Jean hesitantly moved forward, licking her new lover’s breasts before
lavishing attention on her nipples, worrying and sucking them… sucking them
hard. Stephanie moaned as she felt her breasts dribble milk into Jean’s mouth
and pulled her head closer.

*Oh god… she’s lactacting… her milk…*

My sister’s milk would drive her crazy… it was supplemented by a concentration
of lust-inducing chemicals that would help us to break her will for good. She
couldn’t get enough of it.

*I… I can feel the darkness… the evil inside… no… no… NO!*

In a surprising display of strength, Jean pulled the object of her lust into
the water with her. I could sense an element of fear in Stephanie as she was
pushed violently to the edge of the bath. Through my sister’s eyes I could
see a new, vindictive look in the Phoenix’s eyes. I’d never seen such a
response from any prey before. It aroused me deeply and I subconsciously
sought out the ring of Emma’s sphincter, now moistened with my cum. My White
Queen sensed my desire and quickly engulfed my hard pole in her tight rectum.
Simultaneously, I pushed her down and thrust hard. She hissed in pain.

"What’s the matter, lover?" Jean purred as she closed in, rubbing her breasts
against Stephanie’s, a new element of menace in her voice. "Afraid of the

She felt Jean splice her legs with her own, rubbing her pussy with her thigh
as Phoenix ground her own on Stephanie’s trapped leg. My cock grew impossibly
hard as through Stephanie I sensed Jean’s new found malevolence.

"Come on Jean… fuck me. Make me cum."

Jean upped the leg rubbing, making Stephanie groan as she did. I could sense
the nearness of her orgasm and so could Phoenix… but how?

"Brave words sweetheart… but I can sense what you are and what you can do…"
Jean’s fingers slipped down to Stephanie’s cunt and massaged her clit as her
thigh continued its silky smooth caress over the open petals of her labia.

*Her powers are somehow returning… but only on a base, instinctual level…*

I sensed Stephanie’s powerlessness as Jean took over, bringing her ever
closer to orgasm. Phoenix lifted my sister’s hands and hotly tongued each
armpit. "Your musk makes me so much stronger, lover."

*Yes… stronger… much stronger… in control… fuck her!*

Jean surprised my sister quickly by lifting her out of the bath and perching
her on the ledge, opening her thighs and delicately licking up towards
Stephanie’s sopping cunt. With each touch, Stephanie shivered, a new feeling
of sexual impotence scaring her. As Jean’s dominance increased, my arousal
heightened. I continued a frenzied pumping into my cum slave, aware that I
was dribbling my own juices profusely. The sensitising effect would be
driving Emma mad.

My sister screamed when Jean finally reached her clit, sucking and biting
down on it hard. She should have come then and there, but curiously didn’t.
Jean busied herself on digging deep into Stephanie’s pussy with her tongue,
using her fingers to hold the labia apart as she sucked on my sister’s cunt
and pushed her tongue deeply inside, ladling out the flowing juices.

"Need… must… gotta cum!" Stephanie whimpered, but Jean only continued the
relentless plundering of her womanhood. My sister was begging for orgasm like
all the whores I’d fucked in the past. Somehow Jean was feeding on her. Her
lust was growing exponentially.

"Can’t… arghh!" Emma broke off our telepathic link and grunted loudly as she
came, drenching me in her female ejaculate, the first time she’d ever cum
that hard. She passed out with my cock still in her ass, the power of Jean’s
mind too much for her. I held her in place and continued fucking her.

Finally Jean disengaged, looking almost with amusement at my sister, who
could sense the tangible sexual power of Phoenix fresh from her feast. She
swam back to the other end of the large bath on her back, always maintaining
eye contact. "Come here."

I felt the power of Jean’s summons, the submission of my powerful sister to
her superior as she instantly complied. "You’ve made me do things I’ve been
scared to do all my life… you’ve forced my powers and my sex to become one,
sweetie… I’ve been terrified of this for so long… but now, don’t you see? It
makes me the most powerful woman on earth. Here… let me show you."

Jean pulled my sister close and spread her legs. She moved closer, tit to
tit, pussy to pussy. She hungrily devoured my sister’s lips and thrust her
hips against her lover’s. Locked into Jean’s kiss, Stephanie struggled as she
felt… penetration. In her ass and pussy she felt the same deep questing
tongue as in her mouth and simultaneously the feeling was beyond description.
An unearthly glow surrounded Jean and slowly the Phoenix firebird construct
gathered around her. The penetration continued and Jean moved into
Stephanie’s mind, touching it with an ecstasy that my sister had never felt
before, not even from my own abuse of her body.

Emma tumbled to the floor as I lost grip of her, but she was no longer
required any way. Despite only feeling a fraction of what Stephanie did, I
fountained into the air with the most piercing climax I could muster.
Stephanie and I screamed as one as the climax hit us and I felt the deepest,
basest lusts coursing through my mind. Through the haze I could see Jean’s
glowing crotch thrust deep into my sister and she was cumming too, the fiery
bird around her subsiding as her orgasm lessened into nothing.

I pulled out of Stephanie’s mind as she passed out and quickly looked up at
the monitor which showed the post-orgasmic tableau. What started as a grin on
Phoenix’s face turned to sudden sadness and she started to cry as the sanity
returned to her mind. Despite the climax I yearned to cover her in cum,
tit-fuck her and rape her every orifice as she begged for it.

Needing an immediate sexual release again, I ripped off Emma’s bra and buried
my weeping cock in her cleavage. As she started to moan and come to, I
drenched her tits and face. I could feel Jean’s malevolence somehow
transferred into me and I pinned her down as she struggled to get free. I
roughly squeezed her tits and rubbed in the cum, knowing the effect it would
have. Within minutes I was smiling with glee as the White Queen screamed in
pain at the white hot feelings that speared through her breasts as my
super-sensitising jism ripped her nerves apart.

Then suddenly from the doorway I heard sobs.

"You! What have you done to me?"

Jean Grey collapsed onto the floor, shaking with tears and remorse. After the
exquisite torture of the White Queen, I was on the point of release for the
third time in half an hour. I walked over to Phoenix, lifting her head level
to my erect, cum-coated cock.

I saw the sadness in her eyes replaced with a glint of power lust as she
sucked my cum-spewing prick into her mouth. I’d started to orgasm even before
those gorgeous, pouting lips enveloped my dick and I thrust savagely into her
clenching, teasing orifice, exposing her to my cream.

Chapter Six: Stephanie’s Successor

In the clarity that came after my release, I knew that something had gone
wrong. Why had my sister succumbed to the Phoenix? Where did these powers
come from when I had personally felt Stephanie dull that part of her mind? I
pulled Jean away from Emma’s tits, where she had resumed feasting on my cum
after my own supply had ran out. I demanded answers and I got them.

Jean laughed at my clumsy questioning. "Oh dear," she smiled. "You’re not even
sure of what you’re capable of, are you?"

Up to this point I hadn’t had any worries about my capabilities, but with Jean
this was so different. I didn’t know what do think. How could I take the plan
any further if I was not even sure of my own powers?

"I felt your hunger, your desire, as soon as I was in the water. I felt your
cum attacking me, arousing me, tempting me into the darker recesses of my
mind. It was you that opened those up for me. It was your personal lust for
me to be like this that turned me."

"I know my sperm has certain… addictive and sensitising properties… but it’s
never gone this far before. It’s never done so much."

She smiled that malevolent smile and chuckled to herself.

"That’s because you’ve never desired someone as much as you lust for me," she
stated matter-of-factly. "You wanted me to dominate Stephanie, you wanted me
to gain power from her, you wanted me to fuck the superiority out of her."

I struggled to grasp the concept. Jean nodded as I looked her in the eye, the
realisation suddenly dawning.

"Uh-huh, that’s right lover, your cum has the effect you want it to have,"
Jean smiled. "The scope of your desire has never had such a deep foundation
as it has with me. Hence the different result."

Satisfied with her explanation, Jean moved back down to Emma’s face, and
started to lick her cheeks, scooping up my cream with her tongue. Having
experienced Jean’s power close-up, Emma lay transfixed, shaking at the power
of her old enemy.

I found the sight deeply exciting. "Haven’t you had enough yet?"

"The old Jean Grey is fighting back. The elation I get from your cum drives
her back… again, it’s another manifestation of your lust. You desire to bend
me to your will, to break me." "This has never happened before…"

Phoenix looked at me and smiled. "Are you absolutely sure about that? Really?"

I nodded emphatically, to which Phoenix shook her head sadly. She got up and
walked to me, my eyes looked to her swaying breasts, nipples erect. She
grasped my temples and stared straight into my mind. "Let’s go back, lover,

My mind blurred, my vision blackened and suddenly… I am elsewhere. It’s
Christmas, two years ago. I’m 14 years old. I’m sitting in my bedroom,
masturbating furiously, my eyes shut. I’m also standing at the door, in front
of Jean, and we’re both watching my younger self. Phoenix has taken us to the
Astral Plane, moulding it around my memories.

Phoenix has one hand snaked around on my chest, the other cupping my groin.
"What’s going on here, lover?"

I’m looking at myself, so desperate to come. "I’ve just seen Stephanie step
naked from the shower. I saw her titties, her beautiful pussy. I can’t
control myself… I’ve got to cum so badly."

The younger me is moaning in frustration, my face is reddening. I’m starting
to cry.

Jean intensifies the massage on my groin, moving her spare hand down to pick
out my erect organ and start a purposeful jacking off movement. "Why are you

"I can’t cum. I don’t know why… I’ve never felt so horny. It just won’t
shoot. I need it so badly…"

I hear a gasp from beside me… the 14-year-old Stephanie has just walked in,
towel wrapped tightly around her teenaged curves.

"Miles!" she exclaims, eyes locked on my violent cock strumming.

Jean continues masturbating me as I watch myself look up in shock, before I
see an unfathomable evil cross my face. I get up, my saliva-lubricated cock
jutting into the air. I lose myself in the feeling of Jean’s hands as I watch
myself rip off the towel protecting Stephanie’s modesty, pin her to the floor
and clumsily force myself inside my virgin sister, as she struggles beneath
me. The rape is quick and more brutal than I remember it. She doesn’t scream,
she just whimpers as I slam myself into her, busying myself on her tits as I
feel myself build up to climax. I see all resistance leave my sister as the
cum fills her and then it becomes all so clear.

"Your sister isn’t a mutant, lover," Jean murmurs in my ear, slowing her
jerking motion. "You gave her your powers and refined what you wanted from
her with each subsequent fuck… when I took her it was what you wanted… you
gave your own slut sister to me, sweetheart…"

And with that the vision vanished and we were back in the monitor room,
everything now so clear. My cock throbbed with an unholy lust and Jean
recognised it immediately.

"Get your whore to blow you," she spat with contempt pointing at Emma’s
huddled form. "Because when we fuck you’re going to need to know exactly what
you want from me. Do me casually and I’ll just be another toy to join your
legion, like Ms Frost here."

I looked at the fearful White Queen with sexual intent and she crawled towards
me on her hands and knees, before beginning her oral magic.

Jean pointed down at the enslaved bitch. "When she’s done, lock me away and
allow the real Jean Grey to retake this body. Starve yourself of all physical
release. Think only of me and what you want of me. Masturbate for me but deny
yourself orgasm. When you are even more horny than you were when you took your
sister, come to me."

Emma’s head was exquisite as always. Her tongue danced around the beet red
tip of my cock, the sloppy sucking sounds turned me on ever more, the perfect
application of oral suction taking me right to the edge. But I didn’t cum.
The White Queen’s cock-teasing was second to none but my eyes were locked on
Jean’s as I reached the brink.

Phoenix broke from my gaze and clasped her head, seemingly in pain.

"She… she’s fighting again… so strong… I can’t…" she concentrated then looked
at me with her last moment of evil clarity. "You need to destroy her mind
before taking her body. Take all meaning from her life then allow her to
accept me… to make me eternal! I can be the most powerful woman on earth…
your consort… your lover!"

Emma used her hands to aid in adding exquisite sensations to her oral powers,
but it was no good. As Phoenix’s internal conflicts overtook her and collapsed
her mind, I humped hard into the White Queen’s mouth, desperately seeking that
one final release before preparing myself for the ultimate fuck seduction. But
for the first time in two years I could not cum, regardless of the strength of
my lust, the urge to bathe her face with my cream.

It had begun.

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