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Chapter 18 part 1: Going South
When Anna-Marie Raven, the mutant known as Rogue had left Storm's splinter X-group following the removal (as she termed it, the "cure") of her mutant powers, she had secured a promise that she and any other former teammates who wished could and should visit her at her New Orleans home. Today, Storm and several others were taking her up on that offer.
In attendance were Storm, Jean Grey aka Guardian, Psylocke (Elizabeth Braddock), Dazzler (Alison Blaire) and Logan aka the Wolverine, all but Jean alumni of the same era of X-men that Rogue served most of her time with during her years with the team. She greeted them warmly, and lead them through the large and beautiful old New Orleans mansion to the back porch, where as she had promised she had iced tea waiting for them. The afternoon was beautiful, sunny with the air crisp and cool but not cold. The summer months and their heat were yet to come, and the mild winter had not sapped the life from the lawn and garden in the perfectly manicured back yard with it's magestic oaks, flowering hedges and wrought iron fencework. Like most homes and buildings along the St Charles Avenue scenic drive, it dated back to at least the 19th century if not older still and was breathtaking in it's loveliness. In fact one could say it was nearly as lovely as the hostess herself, and her guests. Between the sumptous setting and the attractiveness of the assembled group, the scene was fit for a Hollywood cinematographer's dream.
The four female guests and their hostess sat clustered together, sharing the large pitcher of southern sweet iced tea and a plate of "hush puppies" to snack on as they talked, while Logan sat alone and nursed a beer from the cooler sat next to his chair. The man known as Wolverine was never known as a conversationalist, and if he had something that needed to be said he'd speak his mind without hesitation (or much in the way of tact) but otherwise he was content to relax in silence. Opening a fresh bottle, he made one of his few statements of the afternoon.
"This beer ain't bad at all. You were right."
Rogue smiled, and responded to the compliment. "That's Abita Amber, sugah. Made just 45 minutes north'a here. I knew you'd like it."
Logan smirked. "Contrary ta popular belief, I can read. Name's on the label. Thanks though."
The other ladies joined Rogue in chuckling at Logan's quip, before returning to their own conversation.
"This place is lovely, Rogue... I can see why you'd be so eager to get here. It must be hard to want to ever leave."
Rogue shrugged softly and winced internally at Storm's words, which subtly reminded of how she'd left her team. Storm was the opposite of Logan when it came to tact, whereas he was either blunt and direct or silent, Storm could be as direct as a thunderstrike or as ephemeral and cutting as an icy winter breeze, as she chose. "Words are weapons, sharper than knives, makes you wonder how the other half dies", as the lyrics went, and Storm could conceal a razor's edge so deep in silk that you'd never know you were cut until you began to bleed. Nothing in her statement was anything other than casual and complimentary, and yet the accusation hidden within was dead on target.
For long moments, she wasn't sure how to respond, and so she smiled and thanked her and changed the subject instead.
"Food should be ready soon... how're the hush puppies?"
Storm got a glimmer in her eyes for a moment like a warrior who'd scored first blood, recognizing that her words had found their mark, before smiling warmly and flowing smoothly with the change of subject.
"They're good... very interesting, I can't say I've had anything like them before. Are they a local treat?"
Rogue smiled genuinely, relieved to have been let off the hook. "Yeah they are... a tradition from old Cajun days. Durin' big fish fries, done outside in "cajun cookers", the dogs would whine for food and so to shut 'em up they took to makin' balls of just batter, fryin' em up, and tossin 'em to the dogs. That's where they got the name, for 'hush puppy!'. But people started tryin' them themselves and it turned out they made a great appetizer, especially if you throw some chopped onions in there. And it's been a local favorite ever since."
Storm nodded and smiled. "Isn't it always the salt of the earth who come up with the best ideas in food? They lack the resources for the 'finer' ingredients and so they put creativity and love into making the best of what they have and succeed brilliantly."
Logan nodded, and spoke up in agreement. "Yup. You want the best eatin' anywhere ya go, look where the workin' locals go. Can't go wrong."
Rogue grinned proudly. "You can say that again. Y'all are in for a treat... ain't no better place for good unfancy but awesome food than here in N'awlins."
Alison piped up then. "Well then hurry it up, these are good for an opening act but we're ready for the main event!"
The others laughed, and Rogue assured them it wouldn't be long and to be patient. She was enjoying playing hostess, and enjoying spending time with her old teammates. She'd missed them, more than she ever thought she would when she left. Then, all that was on her mind was escape, from being a mutant, from being a freedom fighter, and from being marked with the X. From the day she'd been cursed with the uncontrolled ability to drain the abilities and memories from a person with the merest touch, her path had been set and she'd been forced on it step after step. Forced to withdraw from human contact, forced to follow her foster mother Mystique's path as a mutant insurgent, forced to join the X-men and work with former enemies and play hero for a world that hated and feared her and them both. Forced to fight for her life, live in hiding and on the run, and struggle to survive. She was barely past puberty when it all began, and not once in all that time had she ever felt like her destiny was hers to choose. Freedom, when it came to her, shone like a beacon and she jumped at it with all the zeal of the newly jailbroken.
She'd learned in the time since then that freedom came with a price. Retirement seemed like such a blessing when the last day of work came, like a permanent vacation. But even the best vacations were meant to be temporary, and home and work and friends beckoned at the end of them. Retiring was more like moving away, starting a new life and abandoning the old. There was a loss there, as well as a gain. At it's core it was a change, more than anything else, and change wasn't always what it was cracked up to be. It really was true that, as the saying went, "you don't know what you've got till it's gone". She was starting to feel like a soldier that hated the war and just wanted to go home, until they got Stateside and realized they missed their unit and the comraderie and the structure and even the adrenaline of combat.
And she was seriously beginning to understand what drove so many to re-enlist.
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It wasn't until after their midafternoon dinner --a rural southern tradition-- that Rogue finally broke her indecision. The meal had been as excellent as promised, po-boy sandwiches of several varieties, jambalaya and cajun seasoned Zapp's kettle-cooked potato chips. The iced tea served with the meal included a generous portion of Southern Comfort bourbon liqueur and lemon flavored vodka, along with a jug of Hurricane made with 151 and rich dark rums for those who wished to take their drinking to the next level. The po-boys were made on full loaves of french bread, cut into sections so people could take what they wanted and mix and match if they liked. Fillings included fried shrimp, catfish, and oysters along with roast beef for those who didn't care for seafood, and the jambalaya was made with chicken and andouille sausage. Even with the athletic and superhuman metabolisms of all present, there was enough food that Rogue would be enjoying the leftovers the next day even after everyone was well and truly stuffed.
Rogue had as big an appetite as any bodybuilder, and she was still snacking on some of the Zapp's chips and sipping on a drink that was more rum than anything else when most of the others had had enough, but finally she stopped procrastinating and decided to speak what was on her mind.
"Ah have a confession to make."
While the others looked curious, except for Logan of course who merely looked, Storm smiled softly to herself as the seeds of her subtle words of earlier bore fruit.
"Ah've really missed you guys... yeah, even you Alison even though we didn't always get along. I think I made a mistake leaving y'all like I did."
Rogue was startled as Psylocke exclaimed "God-bloody-dammit!!", but then chuckled as she pulled out a crisp bill and handed it to Logan who had a 'told you so' look on his face. The other two ladies bore expressions of mild but pleasant surprise, while Storm had a smirking smile on her face like a canary-eating feline as she spoke.
"Go on..."
Rogue sighed as she continued... this was hard to say, but she was committed to it now. And she needed to get it off her chest anyhow.
"All I could think of when my powers were cured was getting out. From the time I was a kid, I was forced into this life. Forced to be a villain, then to be an X-man, then a hero. I just wanted to be free. Turns out, freedom ain't free. After the thrill wore off, I realized. Ah've been bored... and lonely. I think I fucked up."
She then sighed, and admitted the hardest part.
"Without mah powers, I've had to face some hard facts about myself. I been pushing people away since the day I put that poor kid in a coma... what I did to Carol only reinforced that in spades. I did it physically, cuz I had to, but I did it emotionally too. Because attachment when you cain't have affection -hurts-. So I've been like that Evanesence song, 'sure that everyone will hate you, you decide you hate them first'. Except with gettin' close, instead. I kept an emotional distance cuz I had to keep a physical distance. I froze people out. It was a defense mechanism, and maybe necessary, but it weren't exactly a healthy thing."
She paused, looking at the others eye to eye one by one, finding only understanding and sympathy there. Even from Alison. It warmed her heart.
"So, there's somethin' I need to do."
And then, one by one starting with Logan, she went to each of her former teammates and embraced them, kissing them deeply and from the heart. And she thanked them, for being there for her and for putting up with her bullshit all the time they were together. And of course she didn't leave out Jean, even though she had far less history with the stunning redhead. No reason to pass up a good thing.
Just as she finished, a familiar male voice came from the doorway to the house. "Hey, where's mine?"
Rogue's eyes widened in pleasant surprise as she exclaimed his name, and she damn near flying tackled him, giving him the passionate kiss he'd asked for but hardly expected.
Alex Summers, aka Havok, was taken by surprise, of course, and nearly taken off his feet but he recovered from both and played it cool as best he could even though his face was still flushed from the embarassment and intensity of the kiss.
"If I'd known that was the kind of welcome back I'd get, I'd have returned sooner." He paused, looking at the remains of the food and drink. "Did'ja leave any for me?"
Rogue softly chuckled. "Oh yeah, I just wrapped up the leftovers when everybody seemed done, there's plenty. Take a seat, I'll get you set up. It's good to have you back!"
The blond mutant smiled. "It's damned good to be back."
Rogue smiled back, warnly, as she looked over the gathering. "We just about got the whole band back together, huh? Only ones missin' are Peter and Longshot."
A brief look of dismay and sadness flickered among the assembled former X-men as Piotr Rasputin was mentioned, as he had remained with Scott's team in Westchester in what most of them there had considered a betrayal. Of course, to that group Storm's team were the traitors, but civil wars worked like that. It hurt, of course, but there was little that could be done.
Alison managed to lighten the sudden bad mood with a joke. "Only one of those is a loss, trust me on this one. Longshot was fucking useless."
Rogue blinked in shock as the beautiful blonde disparaged the man they once had shared a rivalry over, a rivalry the Dazzler had won. The former singer/celebrity turned hero chuckled and elaborated.
"Yeah, I said it. He was cute and fun, but he really was a literal manchild. It wasn't his fault, but still the eternally clueless thing got old fast once I had to live with it. Not. Freaking. Worth it."
Rogue smiled softly and teased her former enemy. "I suppose that's one victory over me I won't begrudge you."
Alison smirked. "You've seen me naked since then, would you really have been happy if you'd killed me?"
Rogue laughed and grinned. "Touche! Of course, I've grown and changed a lot since then, and well... not to toot my own horn but I'm less jealous of your gorgeousness now that I've blossomed myself."
Ali blushed and admitted something. "I dunno, the butch look you had going on back then was hot too in it's way, but yeah the sexy tomboy thing you're rocking now does seem to work better for you."
The southern woman blinked, and affected an exaggerated "Scarlet O'Hara" accent. "Why Miss Alison, I do declare that this is the first time in all my days you have ever paid me a compliment!"
Alison shrugged and tried to play it off. "Well you did wine and dine me, so--" She suddenly went wide-eyed and then scowled as she realized how her words could be twisted. "Don't anybody dare say anything about 69ing me."
As one might expect, Logan was the one to brave the threat. "Nobody might say it, but we'd all love to see it."
Alison's blush was matched by an even deeper one from Rogue, as the others chuckled and said no more. To break the awkward silence that ensued, Jean swept to the rescue with a subject change.
"So you meant it about regretting retirement?"
Rogue nodded, thankful for the save, but then sighed and shrugged. "Ah do... but I suppose that ship has sailed, huh?"
Jean smiled a dazzling smile. "Not necessarily... this wasn't entirely unanticipated. The Phoenix's gift to you wasn't a one way ticket. You don't have to remain powerless."
Rogue considered that revelation, looking tempted but skeptical. "It's an intriguin' thought, but wouldn't I end up right back where I started? I don't wanna have to keep people away again. Not ever."
Jean's look and tone were gentle, reassuring. "Do you think I'd even bring it up if that were the case? Your powers were a prison then... I wouldn't put you back in that cell. Like you said, not again, not ever. The Phoenix will fix that, of that I can assure you."
Rogue didn't hesitate. "Let's do it, then."
Jean nodded and smiled, and as the others looked on in mild shock that this was happening so quickly, she concentated a few moments and began to glow with bright red Phoenix fire. The glow grew to a blinding flare, with an echoing Phoenix cry piercing the sky. When it faded, Jean smiled and asked.
"How do you feel?"
Anna-Marie, the once and future Rogue of Storm's X-men, floated up from the ground a foot or two and then did a looping flip in mid-air, beaming like a kid on Christmas. "Ah can fly again! Oh my GOD I've missed this..."
She then grinned with a slight bite of her lip and then literally flying tackled Jean, kissing her passionately while grinding her body against that of the other woman, clothed still but much skin on skin nonetheless. A few catcalls from the group teased them as the kissing began to more resemble full on making out, before Rogue finally broke the kiss and floated up and off of the other woman so that they both might catch their breath. Both women were flushed, breathing heavily and a little disheveled from the time spent tangled in each other. It was a beautiful sight.
Havok grinned as he stole a beer from Logan's ice chest. "That was one hell of a sight. Worth coming back for all on it's own."
The Wolverine merely nodded agreement, while Storm smiled and responded to his words. "Are you back, truly, or is this merely a visit?"
Alex nodded with a smile to his former leader. "Ive been working with Sage... I've never been more in control of my powers than I am now. If you'll have me, I want to be back."
Storm gave him a warm smile. "Need you even ask? Once one of us, always one of us. Our bonds are unbreakable."
He smiled in return, and thanked her, and then responded to Alison's query of if working with Sage meant what she thought it did.
"Yeah..." he sighed "and let me tell you, seeing Magneto in my ex-girlfriend's former body is goddamned weird as all hell."
He wasn't allowed the chance to elaborate on that further, as a member of the house's serving staff introduced another guest at the doorway to the porch. None of them knew the attractive young woman, though they all recognized what she wore when she let her long coat fall open, revealing the outfit beneath.
"Anna-Marie Raven, on behalf of my mistresses I am ordered to hereby offer you and your companions VIP invitations to a party in your honor at the New Orleans branch of the world famous Hellfire Club."
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Across the nation from New Orleans, on the west coast in the grounded starship headquarters of the Avengers spinoff group the Thunderbolts, a scene most erotically delicious was unfolding. In an executive suite, four women, three of them team leaders and one the primary lover of one of those leaders, were enaged in a scorching session of sex and passion, connected as one. Tigra, leader of the Thundercats branch of feline-themed heroines, was on her belly with her nose and tongue to the fragrant and flavorful folds of the blonde co-leader of the Thunderbolts branch of the team. That woman, the powerful and beautiful Carol Danvers, aka Ms Marvel, was on her back with Tigra's mate Felicia Hardy, the feline phenom the Black Cat sitting on her face with her platinum-trimmed pink gifting Carol with it's scent and flavor and slick soft wet. Both she and Tigra were purring in harmony, adding a thrumming baseline for the symphony of feminine pleasure being voiced as the four shared the stairway to ecstasy together.
Behind Tigra, completing the chain, Jessica Drew, co-leader with Carol and her life's love, had recently sat up from tasting of Tigra's wild womanhood and was in the process of applying lube to the special strap-on she wore that acted like a living extension of her own body. As one hand stroked the shaft of the black dildo, slickening it with the lubricant, her other hand was coating the cleft of Tigra's amazing ass and the entrance to her rear inner depths, two fingers pressed deep inside the clenching pucker and both stretching it softly and making it slick for ease of penetration. When it felt good and ready, she reluctantly pulled her fingers from the clenching rectal ring muscle and placed the head of the shaft she wore at the tight rosebud and gently pushed until the head popped inside.
Tigra yowled like a cat in heat as her tight ass was intruded into by the thick head of the dildo, and cried out as if in warning and objection. "Tailhole! TAILhole!!!"
Shocked, Jessica froze in place and frowned in confusion as she spoke in her defense. "Huh? I thought that's what you wanted??? That's what the fingers were for!"
Tigra gave a smirking grin over her shoulder. "Well yeah, it is, but the look on your face was priceless."
Jessica blinked, and scowled a bit as she realized her friend and lover was playing a joke on her. "Oh you evil feline fuck..." and then she gave a smirk of her own. "Do you really think it's wise to prank a woman whose hands are basically tasers?"
Tigra pouted, eyes big and pleading but her lips smirked confidently as her voice teased. "You love me too much to ever hurt me."
Jessica grinned in victory as she laid the verbal coup de grace. "Very true, but think about it. You have fur, and I have electricity in my fingertips. I won't hurt you, you're right, but it wouldn't take much to turn you into a poofball for the rest of the day."
Tigra's eyes widened as she eeped at the thought, and the other two laughed at the image. She was beaten.
"All right, all right you win. Your reward is to fuck my tight cat ass until we both forget everything but how hard we're coming."
Jessica nodded, and without another word pressed her weight forward and sank the thick shaft she wore full-depth into the bowels of tiger heaven. As they both moaned and shuddered with the pleasure of it, their mock conflict was already fading from their minds as pleasure flooded in to banish all other concerns. Carol moaned as the purring and the moans sent waves of sensation through her feminine core, and she payed the pleasure forward in her renewed and intensified oral attentions to the exquisite feline she was connected to, lips to lower lips.
From there, there were no more words save for expressions of affection and pleasure and cries to their gods and goddesses as the power of sex claimed their minds and connected them body and soul as one.
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The debate between the members of Storm's team of mutant freedom fighters as to whether ot not to accept the invitation from their old enemies the Hellfire Club was brief and rather one-sided. Logan, the Wolverine, summed up the winning argument in a single concise statement.
"So what if it is a trap? If they wanted t'ambush us, they coulda done it here. If they want a fight, they'll get one sooner or later, and I'd rather face it head on than wait for it to get sprung on us. At least this way we'll be goin' in eyes open and ready for anythin'."
Storm agreed completely with her trusted second in command, and allowed anyone who wished to opt out to do so. No one took her up on it. They would go in as a team, and face whatever came. That's how they'd always done it, and they weren't about to change it.
That decided, the course of the evening took a very different tack. The alcohol was put away, save for Wolvie's beer which you would only pry from his cold dead hands, and the conversation turned to strategy and speculation on what they might be facing. Once that subject was settled, they retired to rest prior to the appointed time. Most slept, a few did not, but regardless at one hour till go time they rolled out with near military precision, excercising, cleaning up, getting dressed, and engaging in a final briefing. Wnen the huge limousine pulled up, they were ready for anything from a pleasant social gathering to full-scale war.
For the time being, though, they were treated not as enemies or captives but as VIP guests of the highest caliber and escorted in luxury. Drinks and light hors'd'ouvres were offered in the limo, and Logan's senses detected no tampering. Moreover, no expense was spared in the quality, which was of course standard for the decadent Hellfire Club but still quite pleasant to indulge in. The ride was similarly pleasamt, proceeding nearly the length of historic and scenic St Charles Avenue and turning to head up Canal Street, again nearly it's full length to nearly where it ended at City Park Avenue. There, in a former funeral home surrounded by centuries-old above ground cemetaries locally referred to as "Cities of the Dead", stood their destination. The Hellfire Club mansion.
As expected, the interior was as lavish and richly decadent as the exterior was magnificent, and the serving staff continued to treat them like visiting royalty. More drinks and hors'd'ouvres were provided, and they were told that dinner would be served shortly. The staff was mixed, male and female, and all were physically magnificent and scantily clad in the Club's traditional fetish wear. Logan, when offered a tray of hors'd'ouvres, asked jokingly if the lovely serving woman was on the menu, and she responded with a coy smile.
"Not for this course, Master. Ask again later."
Logan's raised eyebrow mixed with a hint of a lustful grin drew chuckles and a bit of light teasing from his companions, but Storm merely smiled a predatory smile in silence. Her eyes sparkled with both amusement at her old friend and intrigue at the implication of the serving girl's offer. It seemed that they had a most interesting evening in store for them.
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Dinner, as expected, was incredible. It was served ballroom buffet style, with an amazing selection presented in gleaming silver chafing dishes and served on fine china plateware, with crystal glassware for the fine wines and premium cocktails and spirits served alongside the exquisite meal. Guests could select anything they liked from the wide variety of rich cuisine, and go back as many times as they wished. It was a banquet fit for the highest class, and clearly no expense had been spared.
It was Storm, ever vigilant, who noted that there was more food then they could ever be expected to eat and that there was no sign of their hosts, the Inner Circle members. The server politely informed her that the "Chessmistresses" would be in attendance later, and that other guests would be arriving as well. The food would remain available through the night, and the party was expected to run beyond dawn. When asked about the identities of these Chessmistresses or of the other guests, the server apologized but insisted that she was not at liberty to say. This didn't sit entirely well with Storm any more than it did Wolverine, with whom she shared a quiet conversation about the situation and what their responding strategy should be. They came to the conclusion that they should remain ready for anything, though the likelihood of a trap or ambush grew less as time wore on. There seemed little point in treating them like visiting dignitaries and lavishing expensive food and drink on them if they intended to assault them, but it was prudent to stay alert just in case. That didn't mean they couldn't enjoy themselves, of course, but an undercurrent of readiness remained.
Indeed, it seemed they were intended to enjoy themselves most thoroughly, as after Logan had eaten his fill for the time being and set about relaxing with a glass of fine whiskey in s comfortable chair, the serving girl he'd flirted with before returned to him, empty handed.
"Does Master still wish to request me as a menu item?"
Logan nearly coughed on his whiskey at the bold offer, though he recovered smoothly and simply shrugged.
"Sure, I suppose a bit of dessert would be nice."
It was clear to Storm that he was merely playing along with the banter, and didn't truly expect the woman's offer of herself to be serious, but the serving woman was not merely flirting. Without another word, she slipped her Hellfire uniform panties down and stepped free of them, and turned and bent over so that her fragrant and moist womanhood was directly in his face mere inches from his sensitive wolflike nose. His eyes widened and his nostrils flared at the sudden enticing display of feminine sex, and he grunted softly as her bent position brought her head to his crotch and she set about undoing his pants with her teeth. For long moments he seemed to attempt resistance, but then changed his mind and indulged himself in tasting the treat he smelled while she worked to free his rapidly stiffening cock so that she could return the favor. All eyes were on the pair, at least among his teammates, while the other servers reacted not at all, as if this sort of thing were a regular occurrence. Given the nature of the infamous Hellfire Club, it probably was.
As Storm watched this unfold with a raised eyebrow, she asked another server. "Can any of us request such services? Is this to be an orgy, then?"
The server merely responded "Yes, Mistress" to her first question, but it was niot he who answered the second. Instead, a darkly honeyed and faintly accented female voice rose from behind her as the stunning woman it belonged to stalked into view on catlike booted feet.
"Of course it is, my dear lioness of the winds. What else would you expect from the sovereign goddess of Nova Roma?"
Storm's raised eyebrow turned to wide eyes and then a narrow scowl as her pupils vanished, leaving only the intimidating white glow that indicated her powers were at ready. She spat the woman's name as if a curse.
"Selene!"
The immortal psychic vampire, raven of hair and ebon of eyes so deep as to appear blue-black that contrasted her pale flawless skin and matched the black leather she wore, merely smiled. She was a stunning sight as always, adorned in the full regalia of a Hellfire Queen complete with corset, thigh-high boots, elbow length gloves, and a full length cape. What she was not wearing was the customary matching panties that completed the uniform, instead bare between waist and thigh save for neatly trimmed raven hair above the pale slit of her sex. If dark seduction took corporeal form and walked on two legs as a woman, that woman would look much like the mutant succubus Selene.
"Relax, warrior, there is no cause for alarm. You are our guests this evening, and I swear that no harm shall come to you if I have the power to prevent it."
Storm's narrowed, glowing eyes held hostile skepticism that carried through in her voice.
"And why should we trust you?"
Selene smiled. "You're here, aren't you? You chose to accept the invitation. We've gone to quite a bit of trouble providing hospitality and entertainment, why would we do that only to attack you after? It would have been far easier to merely strike at you from the start. We knew where you were, after all."
Storm's eyes narrowed further still as her lips curled into a feral grin. "Logical, but you're a proven madwoman. Insanity does not need to be sensible nor reasonable."
Selene chuckled. "Touche, my dear... Everything you said is true, but I assure you, I'm feeling much better now."
She paused, then smiled. "Of course you disbelieve... allow me to introduce the reason for my much improved state of mind."
As if on cue, out stepped a stunning redhead with more than a passing resemblance to their own Jean Grey, in fact the two were near mirror images of one another. This time, it was Jean's turn to exclaim in shock.
"Madelyne! But you're..."
The redheaded doppleganger, known to all present as Jean's clone created by archfiend Mister Sinister, gave a soft sigh and wan smile.
"Dead. Yes, I was. But like She does, the Phoenix decided I deserved a second chance and offered me rebirth. I was restored in body and healed in mind, with a chance to start again. In the course of establishing a new life, I found a place with the Club and started trying to make a difference for mutantkind. And for people of all kinds, really. You see, She gave me a gift. Along with the powers I share with your genome, I also have the Phoenix Fire. I'm a healer again... and my healing force is the antidote to the supernatural hunger that has driven Selene mad for so many centuries. It's almost as if we were made for each other."
Jean softly gasped as she absorbed this, and finally replied. "For the record, I always saw you as a victim. Anyone would have snapped under your circumstances, and you were right to feel wronged. To say you got a bum deal in all that mess is an understatement beyond understatement."
Madelyne smirked. "We're even now... the bastard did it to you, too. Me, I could almost understand, you were his first love and he was torn between us. He left me for a greater love. But then to turn around and fuck that Ftost bitch? There is no excuse. Whatever good we may have seen in him before, he's slime now. We share a common enemy."
"Two common enemies" Selene interjected. "And one of them is shared by my lover and I both. I've despised the ice cunt from the moment I was cursed with knowing her. And as you well know, the enemy of my enemy is my natural ally."
Storm looked intrigued by this, and glanced to Logan who was in the process of engaging in a bizarrely posed 69 with his face in the servant woman's sex and his cock in her throat. Jean pinged him mentally, and transferred his thoughtspoken response.
"Don't worry about me. It sounds ok to me so far, and if I need t' jump in or add my two bits I will. In the meantime I say roll with the flow."
Of course he would say that, in the position he was in, but Storm was inclined to agree with him. The words had the ring of truth to them.
Finaly, she nodded and relaxed her posture, though her eyes retained the glowing white. "Very well... just remember, we still are X-men. Betraying us is as dangerous as disturbing a hornet's nest."
Selene grinned. "Part of me wants to poke that hornet's nest just for the magnificent challenge of it... besides, you truly are a thing of exquisite beauty in the dance of combat. But I will resist that temptation, for I have much better temptations in mind. As your second is enjoying."
Both glanced to Wolverine, who almost on cue gave a muffled, grunting moan as his hips pulsed and he clearly squirted down the throat of the Hellfire girl servicing him orally. As they watched, she sucked him a little longer to maintain his erection, then shifted position to sit on that erection and take it into her velvet wet pink, joining them together in sexual unity. He groaned and bit her shoulder, while she gave a soft moan at the pleasure-pain, and then they were in their own little world once more.
Storm smirked as her eyes found Selene's again. "Yes, I noticed. It's clear the Club has not lost it's edge in the realm of decadent debauchery."
Selene gave a wicked grin. "Never. We would not be Hellfire otherwise."
She paused, then, and smiled. "First though, we have another guest who wishes to address you. Business before pleasure, I'm afraid. Well, for you anyhow. It was in our strategic interest to distract the hothead during the more delicate portion of our introduction."
A glance was given once more to Logan and his female entertainment as she referenced them, and then she directed attention to the screen that was descending into place in front of the stage. The lights dimmed, and the screen lit up as the projectors came on, revealing a blue-skinned figure they all knew well.
"Greetings, X-Factor. I hope the evening is treating you well."
All eyes locked on the "mutant terrorist" Mystique, also known as a freedom fighter and either friend or enemy to the X-men depending on the time and the perspective. It certainly would be accurate to describe their history and their relationship as complex.
The stunning shapeshifter continued. "You most likely did not know this until now, but I am working extensively with this branch of the Hellfire Club, as well as with your own Magneto and Sage, in the interests of protecting and advancing the interests of mutantkind. I am working undercover within the government, feeding information to both groups and other operatives in my network, as well as influencing what I can from within. Thus, you and Selene are now allies. As are you and I. Together, we work for the same goals and on the same strategic page."
She let that sink in to the surprised members of Storm's team before moving on. "It's fascinating how times change, isn't it? Once my daughter Rogue was your sworn enemy, then a reluctant member of your team and now one of the core members of your group. We were once enemies, as were Selene and Madelyne, but now we are allies. Once, you were of a team with Cyclops and his people just as Selene was of a group with Emma Frost and Sebastian Shaw, now you and Cyclops are at odds as are Selene's branch of the Hellfire Club and that of Shaw and Frost. In this realignment, we find ourselves with the same cause, the same allies, and the same enemies."
A short pause, before concluding. "Tonight is meant to cement and celebrate this new alliance, and to bury old animosities in the elixir of food and spirits and sex and good times. I cannot be there to enjoy it with you, but I will drink in your honor from here in Washington. I envy you the enjoyment to come. Partake of it enthusiastically, and with my blessing. May this be the beginning of a beautiful friendship."
And with that, she raised her glass in salute as the screen went dark, her recorded address finished. The screen remained in place but began to display swirling patterns of light and graphic imagery in time to the mood music that started on the room's sound system. The main lights remained dim, and the screen display was supplemented by colored party lighting that illuminated the ballroom in the manner of a prom dance or nightclub. It was clear that the preliminaries were over, and it was time to begin the party.
Selene smiled as she took over from Mystique's recorded message and made her announcement.
"As the lady in blue said, welcome X-Factor, to this celebration of our new alliance. A celebration that is our gift to you, held in your honor. As your hostess, I mean to guarantee you will have one Hell of a good time."
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