Netori: Marvel Universe Erotica

Chapter 24: Chapter 24: Emma Frost’s Thoughts R18

Emma Frost stepped into her private quarters at the academy and let the door close behind her with a soft click. She exhaled slowly, rolling her shoulders as she leaned back against the door for a moment.

She had stayed behind long after the final bell, something she rarely did unless absolutely necessary. But tonight she didn’t mind. Not really.

Beast had called her shortly after the medical results came in. Charles wanted to discuss Mu Chen’s DNA report in person.

The three of them had sat in the professor’s office for nearly an hour, going over the findings again and again. No matter how they looked at the data, nothing made sense.

"We can’t measure him like a normal student," he had said. "With the report Jean gave us from the Danger Room session, it’s clear he isn’t struggling with control like most new students. We should consider promoting him... or even graduating him early."

If Mu Chen had heard that suggestion, he would have been deeply unimpressed. He had deliberately used his power to enroll as a student, wanting the experience of normal academy life.

And now, barely two days in, they were already talking about pushing him out.

Beast had shaken his head. "Graduating him this soon would be a mistake, Charles. We still don’t understand his true nature. Forcing responsibility on him before we know what he’s truly capable of... it isn’t wise."

Charles had turned to Emma then.

"You and Jean are the ones who have spent the most time with him so far. What is your impression of his nature?"

Emma had smiled, slow and elegant, while her thighs squeezed tighter.

"He’s a good boy," she had said, voice smooth. "He knows how to respect his teachers."

It was just that here, Emma meaning of respect was bit different.

The way he spanked her busty ass until it was red and stinging. The way he mauled her tits with rough hands and sank his teeth into them, leaving dark marks across her pale skin.

Also, he was really good boy because the way he yanked her hair back while he was buried to the hilt inside her womb, fucking her so hard and deep that she had blacked out for several minutes from the overwhelming pleasure.

Charles had looked genuinely pleased.

"It’s not easy to earn such a positive evaluation from you, Emma. Very well. For this year, we’ll give him time to settle into mutant life. At the end of the academic year, we can revisit the idea of early graduation."

Beast had nodded in agreement. "That’s the right call. He’s still young. He deserves to experience student life properly before we burden him with anything heavier."

Charles had looked back at Emma.

"You’ve clearly made a good impression on him as well. Since you’ve spent more time with him than most of us, I’d like you to keep an eye on him. Help him feel more comfortable here."

Emma’s lips had curved into a slow, knowing smile.

"Don’t worry, Professor. I’ll make sure he feels very comfortable."

She would make him comfortable by sinking his thick cock deep into her warm, wet cunt. By pulling his face between her big, soft, heavy breasts and letting him lose himself there.

By letting him use her however he wanted whenever he wanted.

And now, Emma stood in front of the full-length mirror and slowly began unbuttoning her white blouse. One by one, the buttons came undone until she slipped it off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor.

She reached behind, unclasped her bra, and let it slide down her arms. Her heavy breasts spilled free, covered in faint red bite marks and fingerprints.

"Fuck... look at these marks," she murmured, running her thumbs over the sensitive peaks. "I want to feel his teeth on them again."

Her hands slid lower, over the soft curve of her stomach, until she reached the waistband of her black skirt. She unzipped it and let it fall around her ankles, stepping out of it.

Now only her panties remained. She hooked her thumbs into the sides and slowly pushed them down, revealing her puffy, swollen pussy. The lips were red and glistening, still leaking thick, pearly cum that trailed down the insides of her thighs.

She turned slightly, looking over her shoulder at her ass in the mirror — still faintly red from the spanking, the handprints visible on the plump cheeks.

"Mu Chen... I already can’t wait for you to use me again," she whispered, voice low and husky.

Emma bit her lower lip as she continued to study herself. Her platinum blonde hair was slightly tousled, and her skin still carried the faint flush of pleasure. She could already picture tomorrow — pulling him into her room, stripping for him, and letting him use her body however he wanted.

The thought made her wetter.

Her right hand moved between her legs. She ran two fingers slowly through her messy folds, gathering the thick cum that was still leaking from her well-fucked pussy.

She brought her fingers to her mouth and licked them clean, tasting the mix of their juices with a soft, filthy moan.

"Mmmhh~ so sweet..." she hummed, sucking her fingers slowly before scooping more cum from between her legs.

She brought it up to her breasts and rubbed it over her skin, spreading the warm, sticky mess across her heavy tits.

Her fingers circled her nipples, smearing his cum over the sensitive peaks while she kept rubbing her clit with her other hand in slow, lazy circles.

Her breathing grew heavier as she played with herself in front of the mirror. She squeezed her cum-slick breasts together, watching how the thick white fluid glistened on her skin.

"Ahhh~... fuck~..." she whispered, voice low and breathy. "I can’t wait for tomorrow... I want you to use these tits again... and fill this pussy with another fresh load. This one... I’m going to make proper use of."

Her fingers moved a little faster over her clit, but her body was still sore from earlier. With a soft sigh, she finally pulled her hand away, though her fingertips continued to lightly brush over her sensitive pussy as she turned toward the bathroom.

"I need a bath first..." she murmured, even as her fingers kept teasing her in slow, lingering strokes. "Just a little more... before I get in."