Netori: Marvel Universe Erotica

Chapter 50: Chapter 50: Professor Jean Grey’s Afterglow R18

Mu Chen gently rolled them until he was lying on his back on the couch, his left arm sliding under Jean’s body to hold her close. She stayed glued to him, lying on top of him like a warm, boneless puddle, her face buried deep in the crook of her lover’s neck.

His cock remained nestled inside her, still half-hard and plugged deep, keeping most of his cum trapped inside her.

"You’re still squeezing me nicely," Mu Chen murmured, his voice low and satisfied as he slowly stroked her damp red hair with his free hand. "Like your body doesn’t want to let go yet."

Jean made a small, content sound against his neck and nuzzled closer, her lips brushing his skin.

"Mmmhh~... don’t pull out~..." she whispered, voice soft and melted. "Feels too good... ahhn~... just stay inside me like this."

Mu Chen chuckled quietly and tightened his arm around her, his fingers gently tracing down her back. "I’m not going anywhere... my needy girl."

Jean let out a tiny whine when he shifted his arm slightly, her thighs instinctively tightening around his hips as if to keep him in place. She pressed her face harder into his neck, hiding there.

"Ahhn~... no moving~..." she mumbled, voice muffled and whiny. "I like it when you’re this deep~... mmmhh~..."

Mu Chen smiled and went still again, his hand returning to slow, soothing strokes along her spine. "Your whole body is still trembling a little. Did I fuck you that hard?"

"Nnnghh~... you did..." Jean nodded against his neck without lifting her head, her voice coming out in a breathy, satisfied hum. "It feels like... I don’t have legs anymore and my pussy won’t stop throbbing..."

Mu Chen’s fingers traced lazy circles on her lower back, right above where they were still joined. "You took it so well. Every single drop. Like you were made for it."

Jean let out a long, shaky breath and slowly rolled her hips in the tiniest, laziest circle, grinding down on her boyfriend without actually lifting off. A soft, wet sound came from between them as a little more cum leaked out around his cock.

"Ahhn~... don’t say things like that~..." she whined softly into his neck, voice trembling with pleasure. "It makes me clench~... mmmhh~... I’m so sensitive right now."

Mu Chen kept his arm firmly under her, holding her close like he had no intention of letting her go. "You’re clinging to me like a little kitten. Not that I’m complaining."

Jean whined again when he spoke, her arms sliding under his shoulders so she could hold onto him tighter.

"Don’t tease~... ahhn~... I just... I like being like this... with you still inside me mmmhh~..." She buried her face even deeper into his neck, her voice coming out small and needy.

Mu Chen turned his head slightly and pressed a slow kiss to the top of her messy red hair, his left arm keeping her securely cuddled against him.

Jean stayed quiet for a moment, her fingers lightly tracing small circles on his chest. Then she lifted her head slightly and looked at him. Her eyes were soft and tired, but clear.

"I love you, Mu Chen," she said quietly.

"I also love you, Jean." He met her gaze without hesitation. His voice was low and steady when he answered.

The redhead’s lips curved into a small, genuine smile. She leaned in first, and Mu Chen met her halfway. Their kiss was slow and unhurried, warm and gentle. There was no rush, no urgency — just the quiet comfort of two people who had nothing left to prove in that moment.

Jean’s hand rested lightly on his chest as they kissed, and Mu Chen’s arm tightened around her back, keeping her close.

When they finally parted, Jean rested her forehead against his for a second before pulling back just enough to speak.

"I’m going to sleep," she murmured. "Don’t go anywhere."

Mu Chen brushed a strand of hair away from her face with his free hand.

"Don’t worry," he said softly. "I’m right here, beside you the whole time."

Jean gave a small nod, clearly satisfied with his answer. She shifted closer, pressing herself fully against his side and tucking her face into the crook of his neck. Her arm tightened around his waist as she got comfortable.

Within moments, her breathing began to slow and even out. And then he closed his eyes too.

As for returning to the bedroom, Jean didn’t ask. She knew Mu Chen would take care of it, and he silently did so by altering the flow of time around them, ensuring she could sleep for as long as she wanted.

Which she deserved after being so aggressive, so desperate and wild during their earlier sex that she had pushed herself hard. Now his firebird deserved this — deep, unhurried rest without worry.