Netori: Marvel Universe Erotica

Chapter 102: Chapter 102: Jean Grey’s Burning Passion R18

Grey-Summers Residence.

"So, you’re going to the students’ dorm today as routine?" Scott said, looking at the woman before him—his wife.

He sat at his desk, adjusting his ruby-quartz glasses as he sifted through a stack of tactical incident reports from the afternoon’s Danger Room drills.

Jean Grey paused at the doorway, turning back to offer him a warm, soft smile. The red-haired woman wore a loose red oversized sweater that draped over her full, heavy breasts, the soft fabric clinging just enough to trace the generous swell of her curves and the faint outline of her nipples.

It hung loose at the hem, brushing the top of a flowing maxi skirt that hugged the lush flare of her hips and swished around her long, toned legs, making her look sinfully sexy despite the casual, everyday clothes.

"It’s a bit more than just a routine walk-through tonight, Scott," she replied, leaning against the doorframe. "I felt a strange spike of telekinetic static coming from the West wing dorms a few minutes ago."

"Static? Do we have a security breach? Or is someone breaking curfew again?" Scott immediately set his pen down, his tactical instincts instantly flaring up.

"Neither, chief," Jean said, crossing her arms under her breasts so they lifted slightly, the sweater riding up to reveal a sliver of smooth midriff.

"It’s just younger new kids. Their subconscious is spiking, which usually means a heavy nightmare. If I don’t go down there and calm their mind telepathically, they’re going to accidentally blow out the drywall or wake up the entire floor before midnight." She added.

Scott rubbed the back of his neck, letting out a quiet sigh. The stress of managing a sanctuary full of volatile teenagers was a constant weight on his shoulders.

"Good thing they have a resident telepath who actually knows how to handle gentle damage control." he said, a rare, relaxed smile tugging at the edge of his lips.

"Well, someone has to balance out the stern field commander around here," Jean teased, letting out low chuckle. "Besides, power flares during sleep are completely normal for kids this age. They just need a friendly face and a little mental anchor to feel safe."

"Just don’t let them keep you up all night, Jean." Scott said, his gaze lingered on her a moment longer than necessary, taking in the way the soft red sweater clung to her body and the subtle sway of her hips beneath the flowing skirt.

"I won’t. It’ll only take a quick nudge to settle their mind," Jean said softly, stepping back toward the door. She gave him a gentle nod. "I am leaving."

"Hmm... okay, babe," Scott nodded as he watched his wife leave, her red hair catching the dim hallway light before the door quietly clicked shut behind her.

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Twenty Minutes Later – West Wing, Student Dorm Room 312

Mu Chen opened the door to his room and found Jean Grey standing before him, her red hair slightly tousled and her green eyes filled with longing. He barely had time to admire her or say a word, as she wasted no time in seducing him.

She stepped inside and slammed the door shut with a flick of telekinesis. Her hands fisted in his shirt and yanked him close, mouth crashing against his in a desperate, hungry kiss.

Tongues slid together immediately, wet and urgent, while her palms roamed down his chest and stomach like she couldn’t touch him fast enough.

No one outside these walls would ever guess that one of the original X-Man, devoted wife, and professor was this frantic for her student lover.

Mu Chen’s hands slid straight to her ass, squeezing the plump curves through her skirt while his other palm cupped one heavy breast and kneaded it firmly. They stumbled toward the bed without breaking the kiss, bodies pressed tight, hands never still.

"Quite impatient, aren’t we?" Mu Chen murmured, against her lips.

"Mmm... and now no need to wait any more." Jean said, against her lips and licked his lips.

Mu Chen snapped his fingers. Their clothes vanished in an instant—her sweater, skirt and panties, along with his clothes, pooled on the floor, leaving both of them completely naked.

"Yeah, no need to waste time," he said, and pushed her on the bad.

Jean landed on the soft mattress with a soft bounce, her long red hair fanning out like a fiery halo around her head. Her pale skin looked even more striking against the sheets.

Her large, heavy breasts jiggled and settled, stiff pink nipples already tight and aching. Her green eyes locked on his, glazed with pure lust.

Mu Chen stood over her for a moment, drinking in the sight of the gorgeous married milf spread out and waiting for him.

"Come here, baby," Jean whispered, voice husky as she raised her arms toward him, thighs already parting.

Mu Chen didn’t waste any time, and came on top of her, covering her body with his, mouth immediately latching onto her neck.

Jean shuddered hard, a soft moan spilling out as he kissed and sucked down to her collarbone, then lower, dragging his tongue in wet, lazy stripes across the soft valley of her cleavage.

"Mu Chen..." she whispered his name, as he kissed on her nipple.

He smiled and took one stiff nipple into his mouth and sucked on it, making her gasp sharply. The gasp melted into a low, moan as he soothed it with his tongue, flicking the sensitive bud before sucking hard.

At the same time his hand kneaded her other full and round breast, fingers sinking into the heavy, soft flesh.

"Mmmph~... ahhh~... that feels good..." Jean purred softly, her fingers slipping into his hair.

She arched her back, pushing her chest harder into his mouth while her fingers tightened in his hair, tugging him closer like she never wanted him to stop.

He switched to the other nipple, sucking it deep, tongue swirling, teeth grazing just enough to make her whimper and squirm. Her pussy was already soaked, slick heat pressing against his stomach as she writhed beneath him.

"Ahhnn... Ahhn... More..." the read-haired woman moaned, voice already breathy and broken. Her thighs squeezed around his hips, already grinding up against the hard length of his cock.

Jean squirmed beneath him; eyes fluttering shut as Mu Chen’s hand kept fondling her heavy breast. He kissed his way down her toned stomach, tongue dipping into her navel before he settled between her spread thighs.

"Yes... please," she begged, voice already shaky.

Mu Chen glanced up at her from the corner of his eye with a wicked little and pressed slow, open-mouthed kisses along her smooth inner thighs. He sucked hard on the soft skin, teeth sinking in just enough to leave dark, possessive marks.

Jean gasped, hips twitching.

"Ohhh fuck... Mu Chen, don’t tease," she moaned, half pain, half desperate pleasure. "Just eat my pussy already..."

He kissed the fresh bite mark tenderly, then dragged his tongue higher. One slow, deliberate lick right over her swollen clit had her back arching off the bed. Her eyes rolled back as a loud, broken moan tore from her throat.

"Ahhh~... yes... yes... give me your tongue...slide it inside...mmrphh..." Jean’s fingers tangled in his hair, gripping tight as she shoved his face harder against her dripping cunt. Her hips rolled up greedily, smearing her slick all over his mouth and chin.

Mu Chen started tongue flicking and swirling over her clit before he sucked the swollen nub between his lips.

"Ahhh~... yes... yes... fuck, just like that..." the red-haired woman’s eyes rolled back as she moaned loudly. She lifted her ass of the bed and ground his mouth against her dripping cunt to get more friction.

She felt like she was going crazy. His warm breath on her cold skin was driving her insane. His tongue was dancing on her clit, sending waves of pleasure through her body.

At the same time, he pushed two thick fingers inside her, curling them hard against that spongy spot that always made her lose her mind.

"Ahhhnn~... oh god... right there... don’t stop... ughh.... your fingers... your tongue... I’m gonna cum..."

Her back bowed violently as the orgasm crashed through her. A sharp, high-pitched scream ripped out of her while her pussy clamped down around his fingers and gushed. Hot, clear squirt sprayed across his tongue and chin as she came hard, hips jerking uncontrollably, thighs clamping around his head.

Mu Chen didn’t stop. He kept licking and finger-fucking her through every spasm, drinking down every drop until she was whimpering and oversensitive, body still twitching.

When Jean’s grip finally loosened, he pulled back, lips and chin shiny with her cum. She lay there panting, chest heaving, eyes glassy.

Before she could catch her breath, he crawled up her body, lined his thick cock up with her still-spasming hole, and drove into her with one hard, deep thrust.

"Uhhhhh.... Fuckkkk.... Ahhhh... So deep... Ahhhn...Uhhhh..." Jean cried out, back arching hard as he buried every inch inside her dripping, clenching cunt. He didn’t give her a second to adjust — he started slamming into her hard and fast, hips snapping forward with filthy, wet sounds.

The redhead’s arms flew around his neck, pulling him down into a messy kiss. She tasted herself on his tongue as she moaned into his mouth, legs wrapping tight around his waist.

The bed creaked as they fucked wildly.

"Unng... Mmm...! Unng... Unng... Ahh... keep pounding my married cunt with your thick, hard cock...ahhhh... mmphhh..." Jean moaned as he rammed his cock into her wet hole, every stroke crushed her cervix, making her mind hazy. Her heels dug into his ass, forcing him deeper with every thrust while she rolled her hips up to meet him.

Mu Chen leaned back on his knees; eyes locked on the sight of her bouncing breasts. He reached forward and grabbed both of them, squeezing the soft, heavy flesh hard enough to make it spill between his fingers. His thumbs flicked over her stiff nipples before he pinched and twisted them roughly.

"Ahh... Unng...! Unng...! My tits... squeeze them...yes...ahhhn....!"

The powerful redhead telepath’s eyes kept rolling towards ceiling, enjoying the feeling of him filling her completely. Her moans turned into desperate little whimpers as he wrecked her pussy.

She could feel herself getting closer to reaching her peak again, her inner muscles tightened around his cock, trying to milk him dry.

"Ohhh god... yes...ahhnn...ahhhnn.... I’m almost there...uhhhh...keep going...mmmhhh...ahhh...." Jean’s head thrashed on the pillow, eyes glassy, mouth open as broken cries spilled out.

Mu Chen didn’t answer. He tightened his grip on her waist and started fucking her even harder, hips slamming forward with vicious force, balls slapping loudly against her ass with every thrust. The room echoed with their moans and grunts as they fucked each other passionately.

It didn’t take long before Jean felt another orgasm build up inside her. She came with a loud, broken scream, pussy convulsing and gushing around his cock while her whole body shook uncontrollably beneath him.

Mu Chen kept pounding through her orgasm until her spasms finally started to ease. Only then did he pull out with a wet sound, a thick string of her creamy juices stretching from his cock to her twitching pussy.

"Make good use of that pretty mouth, Jean." he said, looking down at redhead’s flushed and wrecked face.

Jean nodded and sat up on the bed. She wrapped both hands around his thick, glistening cock, and gave it a slow, firm stroke from base to tip, then leaned in and dragged her tongue over the swollen head, tasting herself on him.