... Aidan Quinn
The new room at the Mansion still smelled like freshly polished wood, like a brand-new space. But right then, everything smelled like her, Ororo.
She came in without saying a word, her footsteps way too quiet for someone who was supposed to be hesitating. But her eyes...
Her eyes didn't lie. She stood in the middle of the room for a moment, looking around. Pretending to be distracted.
But she felt me. She felt my eyes on her like lightning on skin.
I'd already used my baits before I even invited her in. [Love Spot {Eye}] was glowing subtly under my left eye — and every time her eyes met mine, she hesitated. Took a deeper breath.
Like just being in the same room as me was enough to throw her off balance.
She knew. She knew what would happen if she took one more step. And still... She did.
Her white hair down, falling over her shoulders. Dark skin shining under the room's warm light.
And that body...
The kind of body you can't just look at casually. Ororo was a living sculpture. Tall, strong, soft curves, brutal details. Her breasts were full and perky, hidden under a tight black shirt that was way too snug to be an accident. The shape of her nipples pressed through the fabric like an invitation, like a challenge.
And her ass... Round, firm, swaying with every step with a silent arrogance. She walked like she knew exactly the effect she had — even if she pretended not to care.
I knew.
[Sticky Fingers] was already on. Every touch from me would be lethal. Every stroke of my finger, a controlled jolt of pleasure straight to her nervous system.
But it wasn't time to touch yet.
Not yet.
"Are you comfortable?" I asked, voice low.
"No", she answered. Honest. Breathing uneven.
"Want to leave?"
She hesitated. Then... Shook her head. So I walked up to her. No touching. I stood behind her. Close enough for her to feel my body heat on her back. I breathed lightly against her neck. She shivered. Couldn't help it. Her body reacted before her mind did.
"You should've run while you still had the chance, Ororo."
"Shut up", she whispered, teeth clenched.
I turned her around slowly until we were face to face. She tried to keep her eyes on mine. But just a second looking at my [Love Spot] and she looked away.
She smiled. Small. Ironic.
"You're too handsome."
"And you're too damn hot."
I kissed her. No more talking. Just moaning. Her mouth was hot, desperate. No holding back anymore. The kiss was wild. Our teeth clashed. Our tongues tangled.
She jumped into my arms. I grabbed her thighs, feeling the heat between them even through my pants.
The pressure of her pussy against my cock was insane.
She grinded right there, fucking me with our clothes still on. While I pushed her against the wall, our mouths locked together, our breathing lost between kisses and bites.
My hands moved up, pushing up her shirt. Her breasts popped out, perfect, dark nipples, hard, waiting for me. I went right for them with my mouth. Sucked. Bit. Licked like I was starving.
She let out a low scream. Grabbed my head tight. Her skin tasted sweet. Storm skin. Hot, electric. But she needed more. And I knew how to give it.
I laid her down on the bed. Threw her onto her back. She looked up at me, panting, hair messy, breasts out, legs spread.
Her tight pants were still on — and showing way too much. I could see her pussy outlined there, the fabric soaked.
"Take it off", she ordered.
I grinned. "Say it again."
She bit her lip. Said it again.
"Take it off. All of it."
I ripped them off in one pull. Her pussy was beautiful. Full lips, dark, smooth. So wet her juice was dripping.
I went down. My tongue touched her and her whole body jerked. She arched. Moaned. Clamped my head with her thighs.
I started slow. Licking up from the bottom, just the tip of my tongue. Then sucking her clit with a steady rhythm.
[Sticky Fingers: Brown Sugar] was already at work. My saliva hit her — and it made everything stronger.
Every lick made her spine twist. Every finger I slipped inside her got a new moan out of her. She came. Hard. Right in my mouth.
But I didn't stop.
Kept licking. Now three fingers in, twisting, massaging her right spot inside. She screamed my name. Tried to crawl away from the bed. But I held her down. Kept her there. Eating her out.
She came again. Falling apart. I climbed on top of her sweaty body, my cock throbbing, rubbing at her entrance, ready to burst.
"You want this?"
She couldn't talk. Just nodded, eyes begging. I pushed in. All the way. In one move.
She screamed. Grabbed my shoulders. Dug her nails into my back. I started fucking her. Hard. Slow. Pushing all the way in, feeling the heat, the tightness, the absolute perfection of Ororo inside.
She rode me from underneath. Worked her hips hard, with skill. It was like fighting a hurricane.
I kissed her hard. Bit her lip.
"Cum with me."
"I'm almost... almost..." she panted.
I thrust in deep. Again. And then we exploded together. She came, squeezing my cock like she wanted to drain every last drop from me. I came inside her, feeling every shot drain out whatever sanity I had left.
We collapsed together on the bed. Breathless. Sweaty. She lay on my chest. Her body still shaking. Legs weak.
"Aidan…" she murmured, her voice rough. "You're trouble."
"But you like it."
And now, this was just the beginning. She tried to turn to the side, to catch her breath. But I didn't let her. I grabbed her waist and pulled her back against me. She let out a short moan, almost a protest — and then she felt it.
My cock, still hard. Throbbing. Pressed between her thighs, dripping with need, begging for more.
"You… you're still like this?" she murmured, in disbelief.
I brought my mouth to her ear. Bit gently.
"With you? It's never enough."
I flipped Ororo onto her stomach. Grabbed her ass with both hands. Her chocolate skin was warm, firm, full. Gorgeous.
I pulled her up, putting her on all fours on the bed. She leaned on her elbows, hips up, white hair sticking to her sweaty face.
Seeing her there, completely giving in, legs open, her pussy throbbing between her thighs…
Fuck. I grabbed my cock, lined it up, and pushed in. Slow. Deep. She screamed. A raw moan. No filter. No hiding.
I gripped her waist tight and started fucking her. Long, steady strokes. The sound of skin slapping echoed through the room like dirty music.
"Aidan… fuck… more… more…!" she moaned, not even trying to control herself.
Every time I slid in, I could feel her squeezing around me like she never wanted to let go. She was hot, wet, driving me crazy. I leaned over her. Bit her shoulder. Hard. The kind of bite that leaves a mark.
She moaned louder, arching her back even more. She wanted it. Needed it.
"Say it, Ororo", I whispered in her ear. "Tell me what you want."
"You… inside… deeper… until I break…!"
And I broke. My hand slipped under her, found her clit. I started rubbing with my fingers — and with [Sticky Fingers], she reacted like I was sending pleasure shocks straight through her.
Her body lost control. She shook all over. Came screaming. Legs giving out. Her pussy gripping my cock so tight, almost pulling me in with her.
But I kept going.
I pulled her body up and slammed her against me. Kissed her hard as I fucked her standing, my hips slamming into her ass.
She just moaned, lost in it. Letting go completely. I laid her on her back, spread her legs, and slid back in. Now harder. Deeper. Her screams filled the room. Real screams. Raw pleasure. Her tits bounced with every thrust, dark nipples hard, begging for attention.
I sucked on both as I fucked her. She pulled my hair. Scratched my back. Bit me. Called me crazy, an asshole, every name a woman says when she's being fucked right.
"C-cum with me… Aidan… fuck… cum inside me…!"
And that was it. I buried myself deep. Groaned loud against her skin. And came. Hard. Deep. Shaking. I felt every hot pulse spill inside her. She moaned with me, like my pleasure was hers too.
We just lay there. Sweaty. Out of breath. Tangled up. The room smelled like sex, sweat, and victory.
Ororo turned her head and smiled. Real. Dangerous.
"If you keep this up… I'll never want to stop."
I smiled back, still out of breath.
"Wasn't that the idea?"
… Jean Grey
Jean knew it had been a mistake. But deep down, she didn't want to stop either.
Lying in bed, her back pressed against sweat-soaked sheets, body exposed to the warm air of the room, she was gasping like she'd just run for hours. But the room was dark. Quiet. And she hadn't moved at all. At least, not in the physical world.
Her mind, though… was somewhere else. In another room. Between two bodies. Feeling everything Ororo was feeling under Aidan.
The connection started almost automatically — a mental touch, maybe out of habit, maybe curiosity.
But what she found was a storm. And instead of pulling back… she fell in. Jean felt the first thrust like it was inside her.
Deep. Hot. Aidan's cock pushing into Ororo, hard, her body opening up, pleasure exploding. Her body reacted instantly. Her nipples got hard. Her legs snapped shut on instinct.
Her panties were already damp — now they were soaked, clinging to her, dripping wet.
She tried to break the link. But she couldn't. Every thought, every moan from Ororo, every touch from Aidan — it was like they were happening to her. She could smell the sex. Taste the kisses. Feel the sweat running down her body. The heat of his tongue on Ororo's breasts — she felt it on her own.
Jean moaned. Alone. Softly. Almost angry. Aidan kissed Ororo's skin like he worshipped her. But he fucked her like he wanted to break her.
She felt when he flipped her onto her stomach. When he pushed in hard, filling her all over again. Felt the way he grabbed her hips, how the thrusts got faster, rougher. Felt Ororo scream. And her own throat burned too, even without making a sound.
Jean couldn't hold back anymore. Her hand slid down between her legs. Fingers slipping right into her panties. Wet. Ridiculously hot. She touched her own clit with a long moan. Her hips lifted off the bed, wanting more. She closed her eyes.
And she saw. Ororo on all fours, that big round ass up, finger marks showing. Her dark skin shining with sweat. The wet sounds of her pussy getting pounded nonstop. Aidan growling against her skin, saying filthy things, fucking deep.
Jean felt Ororo's muscles squeezing his cock. Felt the heat of Aidan cumming inside. Felt the pulse of orgasm shooting down her own spine. Her body moved with the same rhythm. Her fingers worked perfectly.
She was masturbating to the same beat as Ororo was getting fucked.
"Aidan…" she let slip.
Low. Hoarse. Full of shame and need. But the scene wasn't over. Here came the next round. Even rawer. Wilder.
Aidan fingering Ororo's pussy like he was starving, making her scream and shake. Three fingers inside. Her body falling apart. Then him climbing back on.
The image of him fucking her from behind, standing, yanking on her white hair, thrusting hard, pounding until they both screamed together…
Jean lost her breath. Her fingers sped up, her other hand squeezing her breast, nipples hard, sensitive, aching from the need.
She came. Alone. But with them. Her whole body arched. Hips shaking. Mouth open in a silent moan. The orgasm tearing through her from the inside out.
She felt her muscles contract, her legs shake, heat dripping down her fingers. She stayed there. Lying down. Wrecked. Body exhausted. Heart racing. Mind… filthy.
She broke the link. The connection disappeared. But the memory stayed. The taste stayed.
Jean stared at the ceiling, hand still between her legs, messy from her own pleasure. She knew she'd crossed a line. But the scariest part?
She wanted to do it again.
… Aidan Quinn
Fellas… I made history.
I slept with Storm.
And honestly? It was even better than my wildest teenage fantasies. Seriously, that woman was thirsty. Like, really thirsty. I had to spend the whole day dealing with her — and I'm not talking about small talk. She was a tough opponent, strong, intense. But in the end? She gave in.
She fell to the power of the Contractor. They all do. Thankfully I've got [Fertility Calibration I]. The last thing I want is a little tornado calling me daddy.
But it wasn't just pleasure. It was work. Because, in the middle of all that storm… I captured Storm. Literally.
As a Contractor, capturing waifus is an essential part of the system. It gets you credits. Besides taking on Missions, it's the only way. And Missions aren't my thing.
I just want to live good. Enjoy life. And sleep with amazing waifus.
Right now, I have two capture methods: Company Stamp and Love Confession. Both standard for every Contractor. The Stamp is slower. It marks her and takes 72 hours to register the capture.
But the Confession? Instant.
And, yeah… with Ororo, I got the Confession. Had to work hard with Ororo for that.
She started off screaming something like "I love your dick!" just to end up saying "I loveyou". Who knows how much she actually meant it, but the Company must've counted it as good enough for the capture.
So, Storm/Ororo Munroe, Tier 7, is now part of my Retinue, just like my dear goth Raven.
Because of the Intensity system I chose, I got 60% of the original value for the capture — that's 60 credits. And since we share some similar Defenses, I also got a 24 credit refund for stuff I'd already spent before. Add that to the 9 credits I already had? 93 credits.
But I spent another 8 credits on [Time-Savers], so now it covers everyone in my Retinue. After everything I did with her… Ororo deserved to wake up clean, fresh, and with perfect hair.
So, final total: 85 credits.
Not bad.
Now I'm thinking what to do with them. For 80 credits, I could buy another template. But to be honest? I haven't even used All For One yet.
I don't feel like I need it. Not now. That's a problem for future Aidan. Present Aidan? He's lying here, looking at this sculpted goddess sleeping next to him.
Her skin warm, breathing slow, lips parted…
Oh — almost forgot. I also got a $10,000 bonus for capturing Storm. Not that it makes much difference, considering my [Money] talent is already paying me some pretty nice dividends on the side.
But hey, performance bonuses? Always welcome~
…
The soft morning light was coming through the thick curtains, painting the wall gold. Next to me, Ororo's warm body started to move.
She woke up slow, with a natural grace only a goddess could have — like the world had to keep up with her pace. Her eyes opened slowly, clear and focused, and for a second she just took a deep breath… before turning her face toward me.
"Good morning, my own personal storm", I murmured, my voice still rough with sleep, a smug smile already forming on my lips.
She blinked. Then looked at me. Calm. Intense. And completely flawless. Hair perfect. Skin clean, soft. Not a trace of the chaos we made the night before. Or, more like, the carnal worship we performed between these sheets.
She didn't even notice. Didn't question how she was clean, didn't even mention not having taken a shower.
[Time-Savers]… doing their silent magic.
"You talk too much in the morning", she said, sitting up on the edge of the bed, pulling the sheet around her body. The curve of her hip slipped out for a second before disappearing. My eyes went there automatically.
She noticed. Of course she did.
"Just admiring art", I said, my eyes sliding along the lines of her back. "It should be a crime to hide that much perfection under clothes."
Ororo let out a sigh. It wasn't pleasure. Or impatience. It was that kind of sigh you give when you know you're dealing with someone impossible… but honestly, not the worst person to have around.
"If you think we're repeating last night, you're wrong."
I leaned up on my elbows, letting the sheet fall to my waist. She didn't look directly — but I saw her eyes flicker.
"No?" I asked lightly. "But it just felt so… natural. I could've sworn we had chemistry."
"Chemistry isn't commitment", she stood up, no rush, picking up her clothes from the floor. The curve of her thighs, the way her back moved — everything about her screamed effortless sexiness. "It was a one-time thing, Aidan. That's all."
I didn't answer right away. Because, in my head, the answer was obvious.
She couldn't be more wrong.
But of course… she had no way of knowing. She didn't realize what the capture meant yet. The mark was already set. The confession, recorded. Storm was officially part of my Retinue. And you know what? I liked that. Watching a goddess think she still ruled alone, when the throne already had a new king. How long before she'd fall again, willingly?
"Sure", I answered with a soft smile. "No pressure. I'm a mature guy. Grown. I handle rejection gracefully."
She raised an eyebrow as she finished putting on her shirt. "You don't even know how to spell graceful."
"But I know how she moans."
She rolled her eyes, but this time she smiled. Small. Quick. But real.
A few minutes later, we were ready — or at least dressed enough to walk the Xavier Mansion halls without starting a scandal.
"Ready?" she said, already back to her majestic self, the leader. The untouchable goddess.
"Of course. Nothing like breakfast with mutants and unresolved sexual tension."
We went down together. She walked ahead, tall, powerful. I followed, relaxed… victorious. The morning was fresh. The day, full of possibilities.
And the Mansion's dining hall?
Full of potential new conquests.