PWP: On Top (Emma/Kitty)
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seriousficTitle: On Top
Fandom: X-Men
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2,572
Characters/Pairings: Emma Frost/Kitty Pryde
Summary: Kitty's been seduced before, and she's not letting that happen again. This time she's in charge.
Look at those perfect blow-job lips, Emma sent telepathically to Kitty, enjoying how the younger woman stiffened at the vulgarity. Emma had her poker face on, and was watching Jean as the redhead took a sip of wine.
Just because you’re bored at the dinner table doesn’t mean you get to take it out on me, Kitty thought extra-loud.
Who could be bored with such stimulating company? Emma’s foot began massaging Kitty’s calf. My, look at Rachel. Has she done something with her hair?
Kitty bit her lip. She couldn’t look at Rachel, not knowing what memories Emma would dredge up and relive with her. Memories of skin and water and endless touching. She wouldn’t let Emma have that. With an effort, she slammed her psychic defenses shut and kicked Emma in the shin.
“We haven’t heard from you in a while,” Emma said, across the table from Kitty. “How’s your computer class coming?”
“It’s… very nice,” Kitty said.
“That’s marvelous,” Emma replied with a dazzling smile. “You must love teaching our students everything they can do with technology these days.” A flash of Jean’s blow-job lips wide open, in ecstasy, as Emma pushed a vibrator deeper and deeper inside No way of knowing if it had happened or not. Kitty wiped her mouth with a napkin.
“If you’ll excuse me, I’ve lost my appetite,” Kitty said with a pointed thought at Emma who, with an innocent smile, nodded indulgently.
It always went like this, every few months. Emma would get horny and decide to play with Kitty. Kitty remembered the first time. She had been 19, Emma had been God-only-knows. She’d come to Kitty’s room at night, so tall and busty and perfect, and her presence had been so overwhelming that Kitty could only submit to her or be destroyed. She had eaten Emma out for what seemed like hours, trying in vain to bring the perfectionist bitch to orgasm, then Emma had spanked her for her poor performance. Kitty remembered how hard she had come from the simple pain of Emma’s hand on her ass, again and again and again.
Then Emma had been busy with Generation X and Scott and Jean, but she’d never lost her taste for Kitty. And each time, Kitty ended up hating Emma for seducing her, and hating herself for loving it so much.
Not this time.
It only took a few minutes after Kitty had shut the door to her room for Emma to walk on it. Kitty answered. Emma was wearing a lacy white merry widow, appropriately enough, with a gauzy robe slinking from her shoulders like a cape. Her breasts were more prominent than ever and her smile was already orgasmic.
“Hello, Katherine,” Emma smiled, holding up the wine bottle and glasses in her hands. “I thought you might still be hungry, so I brought dessert.”
“Thoughtful of you, but champagne isn’t a dessert.”
“Who said anything about the wine?” She stepped inside, brushing so close to Kitty that the brunette felt scorched by her body heat.
No sooner had she set the wine down and poured then Kitty had grabbed a glass. She shotgunned it. “Good choice,” she said, picking up the bottle, taking a sip right from it. “Very sweet.” Emma’s wry amusement turned into breathless astonishment as Kitty poured a shot over the other woman’s breasts. They gleamed in the soft light of Kitty’s lamps, demanding that Kitty lick them clean. She did, taking a particular pleasure in how Emma’s hands settled uncertainly on her body.
“My, my, we are eager.” Emma’s grip on Kitty’s shoulders became more sure. “I suppose there’s been no one else to fill that dirty little recess of yours, now has there?”
Kitty bit back a reply about how everyone had been filling Emma’s ‘recess’. “Let’s put that mouth of yours to better use.”
Emma’s lips traced a smile before Kitty surged against her, tongue darting into her mouth hungrily, hands ripping away Emma’s robe. The lingerie left Emma’s ass almost completely bare, the rounded globes of her cheeks completely exposed except for the strip of fabric running between them. Kitty squeezed them hard, her fingernails digging in.
“You know I love you, of course,” Emma said, her voice low and honeyed. Her hands peeled away Kitty’s clothes with distaste for their cheap practicality. “I’m the only one who loves you.”
“You’re a crazy bitch who makes me come.” Kitty pushed Emma down to her knees. “Like, right now.”
Kitty shoved her pants down, but Emma grabbed her thighs before she could take off her panties. Kitty froze, letting Emma stare into her pussy, head slowly tilting forward like the smell was intoxicating her. “You are very wet, my doll, but have you forgotten? Auntie Emma always comes first.”
“Not this time.”
Kitty grabbed Emma by the hair, suddenly flush with the thought of jamming that wicked tongue into her cunt, but Emma flung Kitty to the ground with a judo move. Before Kitty could react Emma was straddling her, her hands pinning Kitty’s to the carpet.
“Someone’s forgotten their place.” Cupping Kitty’s head like she was about to snap it off, Emma kissed her so hard that Kitty’s hips involuntarily arced off the ground. “I am the teacher and you, the humble student, yearning to be filled with my knowledge.” Then Emma slammed Kitty’s head against the ground hard enough to make her see stars. They kissed again and Kitty’s hips jerked up again, aching to be united with Emma’s body. “Don’t you yearn, Katherine?”
Phasing, Kitty leapt to her feet, slipping out from under Emma. Emma whirled around and Kitty tackled her to the bed, what little was left of their clothing rasping against bare skin. They struggled, hands grappling, breasts pressing together, flesh rubbing against flesh. Emma rolled over (she was strong, so much stronger than Kitty had imagined), getting on top of Kitty, sliding a thigh between Kitty’s legs. Kitty groaned as she realized how hot and slick and wet she really was.
“There, isn’t that better?” Emma asked, her slight breathlessness making her cultured accent even hotter. “Now don’t you want to be a good girl for Auntie Emma?”
Kitty kissed her, dragging her up the bed until she was pressing Emma against the headboard, riding her lap like it was a Sybian. Then Kitty bit down on Emma’s lip, drawing blood, and snatched a set of handcuffs from the bedstand. She locked one on Emma’s hand, another on the bedpost.
“Katherine, what—“
Kitty slapped her as hard as she could, leaving a red mark like a sunburn across half her face, then grabbed the other handcuffs and secured Emma’s other hand. The psi-inhibitor came next, snapping around Emma’s slender throat like a noose.
“There,” Kitty said triumphantly. “Now this bitch has a collar.”
Emma smiled with bloodstained teeth, obviously sending out all sorts of degrading commands. Her smile disappeared when she realized the inhibitor collar worked. She spat out a gob of blood on Kitty’s clean sheets. “Very impressive, Katherine,” she said, slumping down into the pillows to display all of her tattered lingerie and ruffled hair to Kitty’s wanting eyes. “Now what?”
“What do you think?” Kitty stepped out of her panties. “Kitty comes first.”
“You have earned it. Come here, Kitty. We’ll see about making you feel like a woman.”
“Not yet,” Kitty said, her ripped shirt barely covering her as she dug into a desk drawer. “I have a feeling anything I put in your mouth would get bitten off.”
“Katherine, dearest, I’m hurt! What if I promised to only… nibble?”
Kitty brought out a letter opener. “Frost, I’ve been fighting monsters like you since I was 13 and a half years old. I know how to deal with you. You’ve got to learn who’s in charge.”
Emma smiled patronizingly, the way she did best. “Never let it be said that your Auntie Emma isn’t as good a learner as she is a teacher. What do you intend to do with that, Katherine? Some knifeplay? A little blood under your nails? You’ve been spending too much time with Logan.”
“I’m not some deviant like you are,” Kitty said, pulling off Emma’s high heels and tossing them away. “This is just the funest way of getting you naked.”
“No, Katherine,” Emma said like she was scolding a dog. “Absolutely not! You may not know it, but this lingerie is very expensive.”
“I’m sure you’ll live through it.” Kitty extravagantly straddled Emma. “Now, are you going to go into diamond form or will I have to run the risk of nicking you?”
Emma hardened into crystal. “I don’t think you’ll enjoy how this develops.”
“Oh, trust me, I will.”
Kitty dragged the knife down Emma’s body, from her glass lips to the hollow of her throat and then into the fabric of the merry widow. Emma didn’t whimper until her precious lingerie was damaged and Kitty wondered how much Emma had dressed up for their little fling. Finally, the knife dipped between Emma’s legs and Kitty clipped the fabric that ran from Emma’s cunt to her ass like a tongue. The merry widow fell open, completely exposing Emma’s diamond body, warmly lit by the lamplight. It gave Kitty a wonderful idea.
“Don’t change back,” Kitty said authoritatively. “I like you this way… The exterior matches the interior. Cold. Unfeeling.”
“If I’m not feeling something, whose fault is that?” Emma snapped. “I should be feeling your tongue in my nethers, but I’m not because you’re an ungrateful urchin! I bet you’d rather be fucking Logan than me, isn’t that right? You cheap, tawdry girl. I could have any mutant in this wretched school and yet are you grateful that I chose you, a flat-chested, dowdy, mousy-haired little…”
Kitty pressed the point of the knife to Emma’s clit. “Shut it, Frost.”
Emma held her breath, in anticipation if not in obedience. The letter opener could never penetrate Emma’s diamond skin, but she could still feel it.
Kitty began to slowly turn the knife, like she was drilling into Emma’s clit, scraping the flawless diamond. Emma’s head lolled back, an unconscious smile on her lips. “Mmm. You are very… succulent when you take charge. Perhaps I should let you do it more often.”
“You didn’t let me do anything,” Kitty reminded her pointed, putting her weight on the letter opener.
Diamond teeth bit into a diamond lip. “So you say.”
“Yes.” Kitty pressed down as hard as she could and Emma cried out, mouth open wantonly, eyes flashing, impossible to tell if it was pain or pleasure. “I do say.”
She took the letter opener away, the blade bent, and Emma shifted back to flesh in time for her cunt to flood with juices.
“Now, Katherine!” Emma urged deliriously. “Your fingers. Your tongue. Use them now!”
“Maybe later.” Kitty crawled up Emma’s body. “If I feel like it. If you make me feel like it.” She stopped, kneeling above Emma’s face. “Make me feel like it, Frosty.”
“Katherine, be reasonable!” Emma insisted, muffled by the pussy right in front of her mouth. “If you expect me to perform cunnilingus upon you, you should at least have the decency to take proper care of your pubic hair.”
“I shave!”
“It’s called a bikini wax for a reason, dear, not a bikini shave. Oh, there’s stubble! I get enough of that from Scott, thank you very much.”
“Frost, if you don’t make me come in the next five minutes, I’m going to spank you like a little bitch.”
“Tempting offer, but I must decline.” And before Kitty figured that out, she felt a tongue rolling over her labia. Then again, harder, parting it gently.
“Yes-s-s-s,” Kitty sighed, rolling her hips slowly into the tantalizing contact. “That’s my good girl. Be a good girl for Auntie Kitty.”
Emma’s teeth briefly made an appearance, sending exhilarating pain racing into Kitty, but then it was back to the soothing, suckling lips and tongue.
“Oh, uh-huh,” Kitty groaned. “That’s just right. That’s perfect.”
Emma’s tongue was going deeper, in and in and in, and Kitty’s body began to buck over her face, trembling with want. Underneath her, Emma was rubbing her thighs together, hoping for some relief.
“What did you always teach me, Frost?”
Kitty leaned back, supporting her weight on a hand between Emma’s thighs.
“Good girls get rewarded? Well, you’re being very good…”
She stroked a thumb through Emma’s overflowing pussy, just enough to send a thrill into her. Emma lapped at Kitty’s cunt accordingly harder.
“That’s it. Harder and harder.”
Kitty had to put her other hand on the headboard to stop herself from shaking right off of Emma’s face. The bitch was right when she’d told Kitty all those years ago that no one could make her come like her Auntie Emma. She was riding Emma hard, finger-fucking her with one hand, holding onto the bed for dear life with the other.
“That’s right, bitch! That’s right!” Kitty yelled, eyes squeezed shut. “You make me come! Right goddamn now!”
Emma was trying to say something, muffled by Kitty’s pussy, but it couldn’t have been too important and the words felt so good vibrating into her folds.
“You hot fucking bitch!” Kitty screamed hoarsely. She let go of the headboard to fit as many fingers as she could into her pussy, pistoning her other hand into Emma as hard as she could so that she could have some company. Somehow she kept her balance as she fucked Emma’s face. “How can you make me come so hard!”
Somehow, Kitty missed hearing Emma’s sardonic telepathy whispering the answer in her mind. But not enough to do anything but come when Emma sucked her clit into her mouth. Then she was grinding down on Emma’s face until Emma’s tongue kinda hurt when it lashed her pussy, and how appropriate was that?
Kitty slumped off of Emma, noting with some satisfaction that Emma’s pussy was still clenched with pent-up desire and that her face was absolutely drenched with come. In fact, she laughed her ass off.
“I’m glad you find this so amusing,” Emma said through clenched teeth, her lipstick smeared, her hair damp, her entire face glossy. “Now, if you don’t mind terribly.”
“No can do, Frosty.” Kitty sprung up, grabbing a robe. “I need a shower. But if it’s any consolation, you were great.”
“Katherine?” Emma rattled her cuffs, like for the first time they were a serious annoyance. “You can’t just leave me here alone! I—I made you come, you ungrateful little brat!”
“Oh, I’m not leaving you alone.” Kitty tied her belt. “I arranged for a babysitter.” She walked to the door.
Emma, quite naked, flushed with sex and with a faceful of Kitty Pryde’s juices, said lethally “Katherine Pryde, I forbid you to open that door!”
“Don’t worry, she has perfect blow-job lips.” Kitty opened the door.
Jean walked in. “Hello Kitty. How’s your evening been?”
Kitty smiled bashfully. “Pretty fun. A little naughty.”
“Good combination.” Jean strolled over to Emma, as if just noticing her. “And hello yourself, Emma. It’s been a while.”
“Jean, I swear that if you lay one finger on me, I will tell the entire school about these dominatrix tendencies of yours!”
“Oh, I doubt that. Because if you do, I’ll tell them how much you enjoyed it.”
Kitty closed the door behind her.
Fandom: X-Men
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2,572
Characters/Pairings: Emma Frost/Kitty Pryde
Summary: Kitty's been seduced before, and she's not letting that happen again. This time she's in charge.
Look at those perfect blow-job lips, Emma sent telepathically to Kitty, enjoying how the younger woman stiffened at the vulgarity. Emma had her poker face on, and was watching Jean as the redhead took a sip of wine.
Just because you’re bored at the dinner table doesn’t mean you get to take it out on me, Kitty thought extra-loud.
Who could be bored with such stimulating company? Emma’s foot began massaging Kitty’s calf. My, look at Rachel. Has she done something with her hair?
Kitty bit her lip. She couldn’t look at Rachel, not knowing what memories Emma would dredge up and relive with her. Memories of skin and water and endless touching. She wouldn’t let Emma have that. With an effort, she slammed her psychic defenses shut and kicked Emma in the shin.
“We haven’t heard from you in a while,” Emma said, across the table from Kitty. “How’s your computer class coming?”
“It’s… very nice,” Kitty said.
“That’s marvelous,” Emma replied with a dazzling smile. “You must love teaching our students everything they can do with technology these days.” A flash of Jean’s blow-job lips wide open, in ecstasy, as Emma pushed a vibrator deeper and deeper inside No way of knowing if it had happened or not. Kitty wiped her mouth with a napkin.
“If you’ll excuse me, I’ve lost my appetite,” Kitty said with a pointed thought at Emma who, with an innocent smile, nodded indulgently.
It always went like this, every few months. Emma would get horny and decide to play with Kitty. Kitty remembered the first time. She had been 19, Emma had been God-only-knows. She’d come to Kitty’s room at night, so tall and busty and perfect, and her presence had been so overwhelming that Kitty could only submit to her or be destroyed. She had eaten Emma out for what seemed like hours, trying in vain to bring the perfectionist bitch to orgasm, then Emma had spanked her for her poor performance. Kitty remembered how hard she had come from the simple pain of Emma’s hand on her ass, again and again and again.
Then Emma had been busy with Generation X and Scott and Jean, but she’d never lost her taste for Kitty. And each time, Kitty ended up hating Emma for seducing her, and hating herself for loving it so much.
Not this time.
It only took a few minutes after Kitty had shut the door to her room for Emma to walk on it. Kitty answered. Emma was wearing a lacy white merry widow, appropriately enough, with a gauzy robe slinking from her shoulders like a cape. Her breasts were more prominent than ever and her smile was already orgasmic.
“Hello, Katherine,” Emma smiled, holding up the wine bottle and glasses in her hands. “I thought you might still be hungry, so I brought dessert.”
“Thoughtful of you, but champagne isn’t a dessert.”
“Who said anything about the wine?” She stepped inside, brushing so close to Kitty that the brunette felt scorched by her body heat.
No sooner had she set the wine down and poured then Kitty had grabbed a glass. She shotgunned it. “Good choice,” she said, picking up the bottle, taking a sip right from it. “Very sweet.” Emma’s wry amusement turned into breathless astonishment as Kitty poured a shot over the other woman’s breasts. They gleamed in the soft light of Kitty’s lamps, demanding that Kitty lick them clean. She did, taking a particular pleasure in how Emma’s hands settled uncertainly on her body.
“My, my, we are eager.” Emma’s grip on Kitty’s shoulders became more sure. “I suppose there’s been no one else to fill that dirty little recess of yours, now has there?”
Kitty bit back a reply about how everyone had been filling Emma’s ‘recess’. “Let’s put that mouth of yours to better use.”
Emma’s lips traced a smile before Kitty surged against her, tongue darting into her mouth hungrily, hands ripping away Emma’s robe. The lingerie left Emma’s ass almost completely bare, the rounded globes of her cheeks completely exposed except for the strip of fabric running between them. Kitty squeezed them hard, her fingernails digging in.
“You know I love you, of course,” Emma said, her voice low and honeyed. Her hands peeled away Kitty’s clothes with distaste for their cheap practicality. “I’m the only one who loves you.”
“You’re a crazy bitch who makes me come.” Kitty pushed Emma down to her knees. “Like, right now.”
Kitty shoved her pants down, but Emma grabbed her thighs before she could take off her panties. Kitty froze, letting Emma stare into her pussy, head slowly tilting forward like the smell was intoxicating her. “You are very wet, my doll, but have you forgotten? Auntie Emma always comes first.”
“Not this time.”
Kitty grabbed Emma by the hair, suddenly flush with the thought of jamming that wicked tongue into her cunt, but Emma flung Kitty to the ground with a judo move. Before Kitty could react Emma was straddling her, her hands pinning Kitty’s to the carpet.
“Someone’s forgotten their place.” Cupping Kitty’s head like she was about to snap it off, Emma kissed her so hard that Kitty’s hips involuntarily arced off the ground. “I am the teacher and you, the humble student, yearning to be filled with my knowledge.” Then Emma slammed Kitty’s head against the ground hard enough to make her see stars. They kissed again and Kitty’s hips jerked up again, aching to be united with Emma’s body. “Don’t you yearn, Katherine?”
Phasing, Kitty leapt to her feet, slipping out from under Emma. Emma whirled around and Kitty tackled her to the bed, what little was left of their clothing rasping against bare skin. They struggled, hands grappling, breasts pressing together, flesh rubbing against flesh. Emma rolled over (she was strong, so much stronger than Kitty had imagined), getting on top of Kitty, sliding a thigh between Kitty’s legs. Kitty groaned as she realized how hot and slick and wet she really was.
“There, isn’t that better?” Emma asked, her slight breathlessness making her cultured accent even hotter. “Now don’t you want to be a good girl for Auntie Emma?”
Kitty kissed her, dragging her up the bed until she was pressing Emma against the headboard, riding her lap like it was a Sybian. Then Kitty bit down on Emma’s lip, drawing blood, and snatched a set of handcuffs from the bedstand. She locked one on Emma’s hand, another on the bedpost.
“Katherine, what—“
Kitty slapped her as hard as she could, leaving a red mark like a sunburn across half her face, then grabbed the other handcuffs and secured Emma’s other hand. The psi-inhibitor came next, snapping around Emma’s slender throat like a noose.
“There,” Kitty said triumphantly. “Now this bitch has a collar.”
Emma smiled with bloodstained teeth, obviously sending out all sorts of degrading commands. Her smile disappeared when she realized the inhibitor collar worked. She spat out a gob of blood on Kitty’s clean sheets. “Very impressive, Katherine,” she said, slumping down into the pillows to display all of her tattered lingerie and ruffled hair to Kitty’s wanting eyes. “Now what?”
“What do you think?” Kitty stepped out of her panties. “Kitty comes first.”
“You have earned it. Come here, Kitty. We’ll see about making you feel like a woman.”
“Not yet,” Kitty said, her ripped shirt barely covering her as she dug into a desk drawer. “I have a feeling anything I put in your mouth would get bitten off.”
“Katherine, dearest, I’m hurt! What if I promised to only… nibble?”
Kitty brought out a letter opener. “Frost, I’ve been fighting monsters like you since I was 13 and a half years old. I know how to deal with you. You’ve got to learn who’s in charge.”
Emma smiled patronizingly, the way she did best. “Never let it be said that your Auntie Emma isn’t as good a learner as she is a teacher. What do you intend to do with that, Katherine? Some knifeplay? A little blood under your nails? You’ve been spending too much time with Logan.”
“I’m not some deviant like you are,” Kitty said, pulling off Emma’s high heels and tossing them away. “This is just the funest way of getting you naked.”
“No, Katherine,” Emma said like she was scolding a dog. “Absolutely not! You may not know it, but this lingerie is very expensive.”
“I’m sure you’ll live through it.” Kitty extravagantly straddled Emma. “Now, are you going to go into diamond form or will I have to run the risk of nicking you?”
Emma hardened into crystal. “I don’t think you’ll enjoy how this develops.”
“Oh, trust me, I will.”
Kitty dragged the knife down Emma’s body, from her glass lips to the hollow of her throat and then into the fabric of the merry widow. Emma didn’t whimper until her precious lingerie was damaged and Kitty wondered how much Emma had dressed up for their little fling. Finally, the knife dipped between Emma’s legs and Kitty clipped the fabric that ran from Emma’s cunt to her ass like a tongue. The merry widow fell open, completely exposing Emma’s diamond body, warmly lit by the lamplight. It gave Kitty a wonderful idea.
“Don’t change back,” Kitty said authoritatively. “I like you this way… The exterior matches the interior. Cold. Unfeeling.”
“If I’m not feeling something, whose fault is that?” Emma snapped. “I should be feeling your tongue in my nethers, but I’m not because you’re an ungrateful urchin! I bet you’d rather be fucking Logan than me, isn’t that right? You cheap, tawdry girl. I could have any mutant in this wretched school and yet are you grateful that I chose you, a flat-chested, dowdy, mousy-haired little…”
Kitty pressed the point of the knife to Emma’s clit. “Shut it, Frost.”
Emma held her breath, in anticipation if not in obedience. The letter opener could never penetrate Emma’s diamond skin, but she could still feel it.
Kitty began to slowly turn the knife, like she was drilling into Emma’s clit, scraping the flawless diamond. Emma’s head lolled back, an unconscious smile on her lips. “Mmm. You are very… succulent when you take charge. Perhaps I should let you do it more often.”
“You didn’t let me do anything,” Kitty reminded her pointed, putting her weight on the letter opener.
Diamond teeth bit into a diamond lip. “So you say.”
“Yes.” Kitty pressed down as hard as she could and Emma cried out, mouth open wantonly, eyes flashing, impossible to tell if it was pain or pleasure. “I do say.”
She took the letter opener away, the blade bent, and Emma shifted back to flesh in time for her cunt to flood with juices.
“Now, Katherine!” Emma urged deliriously. “Your fingers. Your tongue. Use them now!”
“Maybe later.” Kitty crawled up Emma’s body. “If I feel like it. If you make me feel like it.” She stopped, kneeling above Emma’s face. “Make me feel like it, Frosty.”
“Katherine, be reasonable!” Emma insisted, muffled by the pussy right in front of her mouth. “If you expect me to perform cunnilingus upon you, you should at least have the decency to take proper care of your pubic hair.”
“I shave!”
“It’s called a bikini wax for a reason, dear, not a bikini shave. Oh, there’s stubble! I get enough of that from Scott, thank you very much.”
“Frost, if you don’t make me come in the next five minutes, I’m going to spank you like a little bitch.”
“Tempting offer, but I must decline.” And before Kitty figured that out, she felt a tongue rolling over her labia. Then again, harder, parting it gently.
“Yes-s-s-s,” Kitty sighed, rolling her hips slowly into the tantalizing contact. “That’s my good girl. Be a good girl for Auntie Kitty.”
Emma’s teeth briefly made an appearance, sending exhilarating pain racing into Kitty, but then it was back to the soothing, suckling lips and tongue.
“Oh, uh-huh,” Kitty groaned. “That’s just right. That’s perfect.”
Emma’s tongue was going deeper, in and in and in, and Kitty’s body began to buck over her face, trembling with want. Underneath her, Emma was rubbing her thighs together, hoping for some relief.
“What did you always teach me, Frost?”
Kitty leaned back, supporting her weight on a hand between Emma’s thighs.
“Good girls get rewarded? Well, you’re being very good…”
She stroked a thumb through Emma’s overflowing pussy, just enough to send a thrill into her. Emma lapped at Kitty’s cunt accordingly harder.
“That’s it. Harder and harder.”
Kitty had to put her other hand on the headboard to stop herself from shaking right off of Emma’s face. The bitch was right when she’d told Kitty all those years ago that no one could make her come like her Auntie Emma. She was riding Emma hard, finger-fucking her with one hand, holding onto the bed for dear life with the other.
“That’s right, bitch! That’s right!” Kitty yelled, eyes squeezed shut. “You make me come! Right goddamn now!”
Emma was trying to say something, muffled by Kitty’s pussy, but it couldn’t have been too important and the words felt so good vibrating into her folds.
“You hot fucking bitch!” Kitty screamed hoarsely. She let go of the headboard to fit as many fingers as she could into her pussy, pistoning her other hand into Emma as hard as she could so that she could have some company. Somehow she kept her balance as she fucked Emma’s face. “How can you make me come so hard!”
Somehow, Kitty missed hearing Emma’s sardonic telepathy whispering the answer in her mind. But not enough to do anything but come when Emma sucked her clit into her mouth. Then she was grinding down on Emma’s face until Emma’s tongue kinda hurt when it lashed her pussy, and how appropriate was that?
Kitty slumped off of Emma, noting with some satisfaction that Emma’s pussy was still clenched with pent-up desire and that her face was absolutely drenched with come. In fact, she laughed her ass off.
“I’m glad you find this so amusing,” Emma said through clenched teeth, her lipstick smeared, her hair damp, her entire face glossy. “Now, if you don’t mind terribly.”
“No can do, Frosty.” Kitty sprung up, grabbing a robe. “I need a shower. But if it’s any consolation, you were great.”
“Katherine?” Emma rattled her cuffs, like for the first time they were a serious annoyance. “You can’t just leave me here alone! I—I made you come, you ungrateful little brat!”
“Oh, I’m not leaving you alone.” Kitty tied her belt. “I arranged for a babysitter.” She walked to the door.
Emma, quite naked, flushed with sex and with a faceful of Kitty Pryde’s juices, said lethally “Katherine Pryde, I forbid you to open that door!”
“Don’t worry, she has perfect blow-job lips.” Kitty opened the door.
Jean walked in. “Hello Kitty. How’s your evening been?”
Kitty smiled bashfully. “Pretty fun. A little naughty.”
“Good combination.” Jean strolled over to Emma, as if just noticing her. “And hello yourself, Emma. It’s been a while.”
“Jean, I swear that if you lay one finger on me, I will tell the entire school about these dominatrix tendencies of yours!”
“Oh, I doubt that. Because if you do, I’ll tell them how much you enjoyed it.”
Kitty closed the door behind her.
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Date: 2009-08-04 03:15 am (UTC)Whenever I see Kitty/Emma and your name attached to the story, I just section off like three hours of 'bunk time' because I know it is going to be scorching hot. Seriously, what you do with this pairing should be illegal!
So, yeah, I totally loved it and so did my pants :D
Also, I have to ask ... is there going to be a sequel with Jean taking advantage of Emma while tied up? Because I totally want one! Your Jean/Emma stuff is amazingly, jimp hot as well :D
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Date: 2009-08-04 05:47 am (UTC)You should ask for that at the Marvel Kink Meme. There's a lack of good femslash prompts there and it could end up in my poll.
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Date: 2009-08-04 05:54 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-08-04 10:13 pm (UTC)But I still want Emma/Kurt.
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Date: 2009-08-26 02:04 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-11-11 05:05 am (UTC)