Her blue skin glistens with sweat in the dim light of my bedroom, like some exotic ocean creature caught beneath moonlight. I've got Mystique pinned beneath me, her yellow eyes blazing with hunger as I drive into her again and again. My mattress, now properly outfitted with sheets and pillows thanks to the Target run, creaks in rhythm with our movements.
"Harder," she hisses, her nails digging into my shoulders hard enough to draw blood. The wounds heal almost instantly, but the sharp pain just spurs me on.
I obey, slamming into her with enough force that the headboard bangs against the wall. I don't care who hears us. Let Firestar get all judgmental tomorrow. Let Kitty phase through the ceiling in embarrassment. Right now, all that matters is this primal connection, this escape from everything else.
"You like that?" I growl, grabbing her wrists and pinning them above her head. Her azure skin feels impossibly smooth beneath my grip, almost slippery.
Mystique laughs, the sound both mocking and aroused. "You're not bad," she purrs, her voice shifting slightly as her features begin to ripple. "But would you like it better if I looked like this?"
Before I can protest, her face morphs, blue skin paling to porcelain white, yellow eyes cooling to ice-blue, red hair transforming into platinum blonde waves. Emma's perfect face stares up at me, her lips curled into that knowing smirk I know so well.
"Stop," I snap, my rhythm faltering. "Change back."
Not-Emma's eyebrow arches in perfect imitation. "Are you sure, darling?" she asks in Emma's British accent. "I thought this might be what you really want."
"Stop fucking around," I growl, my voice dropping dangerously low despite the fact that my body is clearly responding to her transformation. My cock throbs inside her, betraying me completely.
"Oh, but darling," fake Emma purrs, writhing beneath me, "you're getting harder. Your body knows what it wants even if you won't admit it."
"Stop," I admit through clenched teeth, "This isn't… I don't want it like this." I close my eyes, trying to block out the sight of Emma's face. It feels wrong, like I'm violating something sacred between us. "Just be yourself."
When I open my eyes again, Mystique is smiling up at me, her features melting back to that mesmerizing blue. Her yellow eyes study me with a mixture of amusement and something that might almost be respect.
"Interesting," she murmurs as I resume my rhythm, driving into her with renewed purpose.
I bend down, my mouth finding her breast. I suck her dark blue nipple between my lips, swirling my tongue around the hardened peak. Her back arches in response, a gasp escaping her throat.
"Oh, you like that, huh?" she breathes, her fingers tangling in my hair. "That's unusual."
Her body suddenly tenses. Her head snaps back, yellow eyes wide and wild as her mouth falls open in a silent gasp. Then her hands are on my face, pulling me up to her, her lips crashing against mine in a desperate, hungry kiss.
I feel her other hand slip between our bodies, her fingers working frantically against her clit as I continue thrusting into her. The sensation of her touching herself while I'm inside her sends electricity shooting up my spine.
"Fuck, Jack," she breaks the kiss to moan, her voice rising with each word. "Don't you dare stop!"
Her moans quickly turn to something more primal, almost screeching as her body begins to convulse around me. I can feel her inner walls clenching rhythmically, squeezing my cock with each pulse of her orgasm.
Then there's a rush of warmth between us, spreading across the sheets beneath us. She's squirting, the wetness soaking my thighs and the bed.
"Holy shit," I gasp, never having experienced anything like this before.
"Keep going," she begs."
I drive into her harder, faster, watching in fascination as her blue skin flushes a deeper shade with her pleasure. Her back arches impossibly high off the mattress, her entire body shuddering like she's being electrocuted.
The sight of her completely undone pushes me right to the edge. My own orgasm builds at the base of my spine, a gathering storm ready to break.
"I'm gonna cum," I warn her, my voice rough with exertion.
Mystique's legs clamp around me like a vise, her thighs locking behind my back with surprising strength. She's writhing beneath me, her body twisting and arching in ways that seem almost inhuman.
"Inside," she commands, her yellow eyes locked on mine with an intensity that's almost frightening. "I want to feel you cum inside me."
Her words push me over the edge. The pressure that's been building at the base of my cock suddenly releases, and I'm cumming hard, pumping into her with a force that makes my whole body shudder.
"Fuck," I groan, collapsing onto her sweat-slicked blue form.
Mystique's legs stay wrapped around me, keeping me buried deep inside her as she continues to twist beneath me. Her inner walls are still pulsing, milking every last drop from me as she rides out the remnants of her own orgasm.
I roll off to the side, my body collapsing onto the soaked sheets. My chest heaves as I try to catch my breath, every muscle trembling after what just happened.
Mystique turns to face me, her blue lips curving into a satisfied smile. "That was better than I expected," she purrs, her yellow eyes gleaming in the darkness of my room.
I can only nod, still trying to get my breathing under control.
"And you so recklessly came inside me," she adds, trailing a blue finger down my chest. There's something calculating in her gaze, like she's measuring my reaction.
"You leg-locked me," I protest, gesturing weakly at her impossibly strong thighs. "I couldn't exactly pull out."
"But you didn't hesitate," she counters, her smile widening to show teeth. "Not even for a second."
"Should I be worried?" I ask, staring up at the ceiling. "About, you know..." I make a vague gesture toward her lower half.
Mystique waves her hand dismissively. "I'm sure it'll be fine. I haven't been pregnant in years."
"How old are you exactly?" I ask, propping myself up on one elbow to look at her properly.
"Pretty damn old," she purrs, stretching her blue limbs like a satisfied cat.
"You have kids?"
Mystique nods, looking amused at my surprise. "You've met two of them, actually."
I blink, trying to process this information. Our team isn't that big, and I've only been around the X-Women for a few months. "Who?" I finally ask, my mind racing through possibilities.
"Katrina and Anna Marie."
The names take a second to register, and then it hits me like a truck. "Wait, you're Nightcrawler and Rogue's mom?" I sit up straight, staring at her in disbelief.
Mystique laughs, the sound rich and almost musical in the quiet room. "Technically, I'm Nightcrawler's father," she says with a casual shrug. "And I adopted Rogue."
My brain short-circuits for a moment as I try to wrap my head around what she just said. "You're... Nightcrawler's dad?" The implications make my head spin. "Wait, are you a guy?"
"I can be if I want to," she says simply.
"Ohhhh." It's all I can manage as the full implications of her shapeshifting abilities dawn on me.
Mystique's lips curve into a teasing smile. "Is that something you want?" she coos, her body already rippling slightly as if preparing to change.
"No thanks," I say quickly, holding up my hands. "I'm good with you as you are."
She laughs again, shaking her head. "I can't believe you actually wanted to fuck me while I was blue," she says, running a hand down her own azure skin. "Who would waste the opportunity to not fuck someone from their dreams?"
A thought suddenly occurs to me, something I've been curious about since I first saw her. "Wait, there actually is a request I have... I'm not sure if you can pull it off though."
Her eyebrow arches with interest. "What is it?"
"Can you turn red?" I ask, feeling almost embarrassed by the request.
"Red?" She looks confused.
"Yeah, like demon red, but otherwise the same." I explain.
Mystique smiles at me, her yellow eyes gleaming with intrigue. "Red? Yeah, but it's just so simple…"
I watch in fascination as her blue skin begins to ripple and shift, the color deepening and changing before my eyes. The transformation is seamless, like watching paint spread across a canvas. Within seconds, her entire body has morphed from that mesmerizing azure to a deep, rich crimson, the exact shade of a classic devil from old paintings.
"Like this?" she asks, her voice unchanged but somehow more seductive coming from those now-ruby lips.
I can't speak as I stare at her, too overwhelmed with her blood red skin.
Mystique notices my clear arousal. Her eyes drift down, widening slightly as they take in my rapidly hardening cock.
"Oh shit," she says, genuine surprise in her voice. "Already? That was fast."