Moonlight pours through Mystique's bedroom window, painting her blue skin with silver brushstrokes as I thrust into her from behind. We're lying sideways on her bed, my chest pressed against her back, our bodies moving together in a rhythm that's making it hard for me not to rush. Her silk sheets are cool against my heated skin.
"See?" Mystique glances over her shoulder, those yellow eyes glowing in the darkness. "My bed's pretty great, right?"
I lean forward, pressing my lips to the curve where her neck meets her shoulder. "Yeah," I breathe against her skin.
We keep going, our bodies sliding together in perfect synchronization. The mattress barely makes a sound beneath us, another luxury upgrade compared to the creaky springs in my room. I speed up unable to hold back.
"Don't rush, Jack," she purrs, reaching back to run her fingers through my hair. "Fucking like this is a marathon, not a sprint. Just enjoy yourself. Stay a while."
I grip her hip tighter, trying to slow my pace even though every instinct is screaming at me to go faster. "It's hard..." I groan, feeling her body clench around me. "You feel so fucking good, Mystique."
A smug smile spreads across her face as she glances back at me again. "I know I do."
Suddenly, something changes inside her. Her body starts shifting, transforming around my cock in ways that shouldn't be physically possible. It's like she's creating some kind of internal massage that pulses and grips me.
"Holy shit," I gasp, my tempo faltering as the sensation overwhelms me.
"Slow down, Jack," Mystique warns, her voice dropping to a dangerous purr. "I'm not going to warn you again."
I nod, forcing myself to breathe through the incredible sensation. My fingers dig into the soft blue skin of her hip as I try to regain control.
This isn't just sex anymore. This is something else entirely, something that only someone with Mystique's unique abilities could provide. The thought makes me dizzy with desire.
"That's better," she murmurs as I match my pace to hers again.
For a second, my mind drifts. Would Emma be like this in bed? Probably not. She'd be telling me about her day while we did it, critiquing my technique with that perfect British accent, somehow making even that sound hot. The image of her platinum blonde hair spread across pillows flashes through my mind before I can stop it.
No. I shake the thought away. Emma's not here. She's back at the mansion, probably sitting in her diamond form reading student papers and drinking expensive wine. Besides, this is probably something she left behind in my head after that little "demonstration" in the med bay.
I focus on the blue woman in front of me, the way her spine arches as I thrust deeper.
"Mystique," I moan, losing myself in the incredible sensations her body is creating around me.
"Call me Raven, Jack," she says, her voice husky with desire.
"Okay, Raven," I whisper, surprised by the intimacy of using her real name.
I lean forward, pressing my lips against her shoulder blades, her neck, anywhere I can reach. I'm desperate for more sensation, more connection, more anything. My hands roam her body, memorizing every curve and plane of her blue skin as we move together.
This is what I need right now, not complicated feelings, not mind games, just this physical escape from everything else. From Emma's threats. From Jubilee's death. From the constant feeling that I'm being watched, hunted, manipulated.
"That's it," Raven purrs, her body responding to my renewed focus.
Her body pulsates around me, the sensation almost unbearable as I fight to maintain control. Just as I'm finding my rhythm again, a harsh electronic chime cuts through our heavy breathing.
"For fuck's sake," Raven hisses, her yellow eyes flashing with annoyance.
I slow my movements, my breath catching in my throat. "Should I…"
"Don't fucking stop," she commands, reaching for her phone on the nightstand without missing a beat. She checks the screen, her body still moving against mine with perfect precision.
"Oh shit," she mutters, her eyes scanning whatever message just came through. "Looks like Magneta's taken a French cargo ship hostage."
I grunt, trying to focus through the waves of pleasure building at the base of my spine. "Why would she do that?" My voice comes out strained, almost unrecognizable.
Raven tosses her phone aside, gripping the sheets as she pushes back against me harder. "Because Magneta has been threatening countries for months to stop bringing ships near Genosha. They didn't listen. Anyone getting that close at this point is an idiot or a spy."
The pressure's building inside me, that familiar tightening that means I'm close. Too close. I can't hold back anymore.
"Raven," I gasp, my fingers digging into her blue flesh.
Her lips curve into a wide smile as she glances back at me, her yellow eyes gleaming with triumph. "That's right, Jack. Fill me up."
Her muscles clench around me deliberately, pulling me deeper as I thrust one final time. The orgasm hits me like a physical blow, my vision blurring at the edges as I empty myself inside her.
"God, I love it when you cum in me," she moans, her body shuddering with her own release.
I collapse against her back, my chest heaving as I try to catch my breath. My heart pounds so hard I swear she must feel it through my ribcage. For a few perfect moments, there's nothing but this, our bodies connected, my mind blissfully empty of everything except physical sensation.
Then reality starts filtering back in. Magneta. A hostage situation. The real world waiting just outside this bedroom door.
"Should we be worried about the ship thing?" I mumble against her shoulder, not quite ready to move yet.
Raven shifts beneath me, her body morphing slightly to accommodate our position more comfortably. "Not our problem," she says, sounding utterly unconcerned. "My orders are to be here looking for the missing mutants."
I feel my body starting to go slack, that post-sex heaviness setting in. The comfort of her silk sheets and the warmth of her body are making me drowsy. I shift slightly, preparing to pull out and give her some space.
"Where do you think you're going?" Raven asks, her hand reaching back to grip my thigh.
I pause mid-movement. "Just thought I'd give you some room."
"You're planning to sleep here tonight, right?"
"Is that alright? I just assumed…"
"Yeah. So just stay inside me."
She pushes her hips back against mine with deliberate pressure, making sure my spent cock remains firmly lodged within her. The sensation makes me throb involuntarily, a little aftershock of pleasure rippling through my exhausted body.
"Make yourself at home," she purrs, giving me a smile that's equal parts seductive and predatory. Her internal muscles contract around me in a rhythmic pulse that has me gasping despite my exhaustion.
"Don't go anywhere," she whispers, reaching for my hand and guiding it to her breast. The blue skin feels impossibly smooth under my palm, warm and alive.
"This is what you like, right?"
"Yeah," I breathe, giving her breast a gentle squeeze. The weight of it fills my hand perfectly, her nipple hardening against my palm.
She shifts slightly, her pussy still pulsing around my softening cock. "Do you want me to make them bigger? Smaller? I can be whatever you want, Jack."
My eyelids feel like they're weighted down with concrete. At the same time, I can feel myself responding to her touch, hardening again inside her despite my exhaustion.
"I don't care," I mumble, my thumb brushing across her nipple. "They're great as is."
Raven makes a pleased sound deep in her throat, something between a purr and a laugh. The darkness starts creeping in at the edges of my vision, sleep tugging me under like a powerful current.
"You know," she says softly, her voice floating somewhere above me, "not many mutants can live as long as me."
"That sounds lonely," I manage to mumble, the words slurred as consciousness slips further away.
The last thing I hear before sleep claims me completely is her voice, barely a whisper.
"But maybe it doesn't have to be anymore."