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In the tranquil, secretive forest of Krakoa, Susan found herself alongside the elegant Emma Frost. The well put together, respected, loyal member of the Fantastic Four now stood without her cherished formal attire, which instead lay carelessly on the grass below.
The serene nature was disrupted by intimate, lewd sounds, caused by a private interaction between two mature women — mothers — releasing some built-up tension. It was a mutual indulgence, what harm could it possibly do? This was an experience Sue had never shared with a woman before, nor even 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 of with her husband in the picture. He never had to find out about this though…
Initiating the sexual act, Emma had quickly, pridefully taken the lead, lifting Sue, cupping underneath the smaller woman’s bottom; harshly thrusting forward, making the blonde’s body bounce helplessly. It was a beautiful sight to see the graceful woman completely lose her composure with a little pleasure.
It seemed from the moment Ms. Frost’s rubber strap had entered her warmth, Sue had been a moaning, shivering mess. Her legs wrapped around Emma, while her arms reached behind the woman’s back, short nails dug into her broad shoulders. With a flushed face, Sue pressed her forehead into Emma’s collarbone, looking down, avoiding any and all eye contact.
Each thrust elicited soft gasps and moans from Sue, tensing and shivering as Emma managed to hit her weakest spots. A shameful puddle had already formed underneath them, a result of Sue's heightened sensitivity. Rhythmic, sensual drips added to the growing mess, mixing in with the lush greenery underneath them; the woman’s warmth was a soaked mess.
Emma smirked as she watched Susan's sensitive body respond eagerly to each burst of pleasure; the woman just couldn’t refrain herself from a little tease or two. “My, my, what a good girl~” As if her sultry voice wasn’t enough of an embarrassing stab, the woman continued; this time specifically aiming to degrade. “You’re already so well trained…perhaps this isn’t your first time? How naughty~” With the last teasing remark, Ms. Frost crudely squeezed Susan’s plump bottom, reveling in the woman’s poor, surprised squeaks and flinches to the new sensations.
Struggling to suppress her shameful whimpers, Susan quickly shook her head, her body trembling as she recovered from yet another climax. Gasping, the blonde’s back arched, pressing her torso into Emma’s, her nails digging harsher into the woman’s shoulders. Unable to even speak in defense of herself before the sadistic woman began thrusting faster, cruelly teasing, Susan practically started to crumble in her hold. She had always been sensitive when it came to intimate moments, and her partners often seemed to exploit that. It became a challenge for them to see how long Sue could endure before finally passing out. Thankfully, the woman wasn’t seeing stars…𝘺𝘦𝘵.
With ease, Emma manhandled the smaller woman, taking pride in her hip work as Susan reached another climax; the sounds of intimate fluids dripping below catching her attention. Warm, sensual juices even trickled down the diva’s own thighs; Susan was truly a messy woman during intimacy, that was for sure. However, Emma could excuse the mess, especially considering how perfect the woman both felt and sounded. She was like a cute, noisy, pocket-sized doll, purely there to satisfy Ms. Frost’s needs.
Removing a hand from the woman’s bottom — the needy girl’s legs remained wrapped tight enough to keep her position — Emma smirked, bringing her hand to Sue’s chin. “Susan, look at me,” in a teasing tone, the woman began to tilt the blonde’s head upwards. “Be a good girl for me.” Her voice was almost a purr, and Sue’s face was a sight to behold — red, flushed, hot, teary-eyed, and panting, overall a delicious mess. Why had she been hiding her face for so long?
When Susan looked up, she immediately cowered at the eye contact, the very thing she had been avoiding this whole time. “Y-yes ma’am…” she stammered, suppressing soft moans, her body felt helplessly weak with Emma’s touch, which trailed down to her throat. While the dominant woman didn’t squeeze, the gentle touch was almost just as threatening. Like a ticking time bomb, just waiting for the woman to apply pressure. Susan’s stomach twisted with a mix of shame and pleasure.
After the confirmation of Sue agreeing to behave herself, Emma abruptly tightened the grip around the smaller woman’s throat, bringing her down to the soft ground covered in lush flora. Sue’s legs released their hold on Emma, spreading apart with the abrupt movement, whimpering as her back hit the ground underneath. It was exhilarating to toss her around like a rag doll — after all, she was light enough to practically be one.
Susan instinctively let out an airy moaning, gasp, flinching, grabbing Emma’s arm reflexively. As her back made contact with the lush ground, the woman squirmed a bit before falling still under Emma’s dominance. The larger woman followed her down, effortlessly dropping to her knees, continuing her rough thrusts between Susan’s legs; using her other hand to steady herself against the grass above Sue.
Nearly smothered underneath the large woman — if only Emma dropped a few inches further — Sue moaned and trembled, her sounds becoming increasingly higher-pitched. Her thighs were drenched, and her lower body flickered in and out of invisibility with the overstimulation. The relentless thrusts seemed to last forever, going on far too long; Susan lost count of how many times she had been pushed to orgasm. It was far too many for a single encounter, she knew that much.
Finally beginning to feel lightheaded and weak, Sue locked eyes with the imposing woman above her. “Emma, I-I can’t-“ she managed to blurt out between moans, her voice strained and breathy as she spoke; her smaller hands still grasping at the woman’s toned arm that kept control of her throat. Like a predator with its caught prey.
Susan’s lungs burned and ached with gasps, trying to catch her breath, hitting another climax — or two — before Emma finally stopped. The larger woman felt a twinge of pity; there was only so much one little lady could endure. As her hips ceased, she watched Sue's body relax in relief, still quivering from the lasting sensations. It was a captivating sight. Leaning down, closer to Sue's face, Ms. Frost smirked. “You’re a great doll, we will have to get together again,” speaking up, she exhaled a hot puff onto her prey’s face.
“After all, Mr. Richards won’t mind, will he, dear?” Letting out one last stabbing tease, Emma denied Sue a response as she locked their lips together.