Raven had a room nearby where they could have some privacy. She felt the flickering of mental probes from the three women, each making sure there was nothing more to her dealings than what she'd said.
Her mind was well-honed, but she knew any subterfuge wouldn't get past all three telepaths. Not without one of them getting an inkling of her double-dealing. Fortunately, she didn't have any ulterior motive. Sometimes, a little shit-stirring was its own reward.
Alone with them in the hotel room, she shifted out of the facsimile of clothes so that she merely wore blue skin, and the massive erection that she'd endowed herself with. She'd chosen Betsy and Jean to be the ones servicing her. Emma so loved to think of herself as a slattern that it'd be delicious to deny her.
And yet, Raven still couldn't believe what was happening as Jean and Betsy knelt down in front of her. Her yellow eyes stared avidly at the tops of their heads while feeling two tongues on her cock. They licked both sides of it, their lips now and then brushing against each other in phantom kisses that turned Raven on even more.
Emma watched, keeping a poker face, pretending to be above it all, but feeling a tingling in her sex. She would've massaged herself there, only it struck her as unbefitting the White Queen. Then it struck her that none of the three were paying much attention to her anyway.
That further incensed her; she needed to do something to cut her inner tension before she waded into the threesome and did something she regretted.
"It's okay if you want to play with each other," Raven breathed, touching herself with stroking caresses along her scaly blue skin. It didn't just feel good—it further incensed Emma. She was as angry to 'stand watch' as she would be if she
hadn't
been allowed to see. "I know it's nothing new to you." She shifted her eyes to be red instead of yellow. "Is this the view he enjoys?"
Jean exerted her power and Raven felt literally light on her feet—telekinetic force lifting her up just enough for Mystique to feel how easily she could be handled. "No damn games," Jean said. "No shifting into Scott or the Professor or anyone else to get a rise out of us. We get you off. That's it."
Then Betsy broke the tension by kissing Jean, her tongue going into the redhead's mouth as violently as anything. She acted like she loved the taste of what she was tasting.
Sitting on the bed, Emma opened her legs wide and slipped a hand through the slit in her dress. Her fingers were immediately wet with her own juices. It was a core tenet of her philosophy that nothing you did was all that bad so long as you got an orgasm out of it.
Emma wasn't the only one mingling arousal with dissatisfaction. Raven grew bored seeing Jean and Betsy focusing on each other instead of her. "Save it for Scott," she said. "Take my cock into your mouth. Now."
She didn't spell out which of them she was talking to—it'd be interesting to see how they parsed that.
Jean found herself beaten to the tip of Raven's prick; Betsy drew it into her mouth like a piece of candy. Irritated, though Jean wasn't sure who with, she kissed around Betsy's lips and face while Betsy sucked.
"Shit!" Raven cried. "Oh shit, that feels good! Use your tongue, Psylocke!"
"Yes, Betsy," Emma trilled. "Show her why Scott spends time in
your
mouth instead of Jean's."
Jean shot her a look as Betsy licked away at Raven's cock.
"What?" Emma asked the redhead. "We said Mystique couldn't play games. No one said I couldn't."
"We're the ones playing," Jean retorted. "You just get to watch."
She grabbed Betsy by the purple streak in her hair and pulled the ninja back. As soon as Raven's cock popped out of her mouth, it was in Jean's. She drew the prick deep into her throat, feeling Betsy's hands on her body. Just as with Scott, they simply had too much lust to focus it all on one man, one manhood.
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