Chapter 7 - A Little Bit of X: Chapter 7


                                                    A Little Bit of X

                                                       by Volpone

                                                        Chapter 7

          "Mmmmmm..." Betsy moaned out softly as Quinn's tongue again caressed her labia,
then tongued her clit more strongly, making her gasp and raise her hips up off the bed,
pushing her sparsely but surprisingly purple-haired mound against his smiling lips.
          When he had come out of the bathroom after showering following the day's activities,
Quinn had been quite pleasantly surprised to find the gorgeous and naked female ninja
occupying his bed. Their earlier encounter had almost slipped his mind (as much as
anything could slip his mind), but it had not slipped Betsy's. She had been strongly tempted
towards rape earlier, but instead of growing frustrated or cooling off, she had gone to find
McCoy and had him run her through a series of hazardous Danger Room exercises which
kept her hormones running high. It was only with a major effort of will that she was able to
keep things slow until Quinn could "catch up".
          She had been reclining under nothing but a sheet, languidly stretching her long limbs,
flexing like a cat as he entered. He didn't know how much was spontaneous and how much
artificial, but it really didn't matter. The effect was wonderful, the erect nipples of her
spectacular breasts just barely peaking above the top edge of the sheet at the height of her
stretch.
          "Now that's a sight that's worth coming home to." He smiled broadly and his dimples
showed.
          "You shouldn't dangle your participles like that," she chided.
          "As Churchill said, 'That is the kind of errant pedantry up with which I will not put'."
          "You look nothing like Winston Churchill."
          "And you, thank heavens, look nothing like Lady Astor."
          She held out a hand to him in invitation.
          "There are some times when I try not to be a lady."
          She gave a wry look which passed for her smile.
          Before he could accept her invitation, there was a soft rap at the door, and Natalya
poked her pale blonde head inside.
          "Quinn, are you...?"
          The question died on her lips and her eyebrows did a quick trek north.
          Without giving the surprised occupants of the room a chance to grow embarrassed,
she smiled and said, "It seems my timing is a bit too late. Perhaps another time." She
glanced at the exotic woman currently gracing his bed and smiled again. "Please... enjoy."
          And she quietly closed the door after locking it.
          The two looked at each other for a moment before Betsy (it was difficult to think of her
as Psylocke when she was out of uniform) broke the silence.
          "You seem to have been busy today. I don't think I recognized the lady."
          "Natalya Shostakovitch. Scott, Jean and I helped her out of a tight spot earlier."
          "She looked as if she intended to offer you a 'tight spot' in return."
          He grinned at her.
          "And you weren't?"
          "Why don't you come here and judge for yourself?"
He slowly removed his kimono and placed it over a chair before joining her on the
bed.
          Fortunately, the interruption had done nothing to cool the situation.
          Presently, she said, "You left just as things were getting interesting earlier." As his
tongue again probed her slick cleft, she continued, "But not as interesting as now-owoh!...
nnn!...nnng!", and she lost the ability to speak for the moment as her muscles shook
and she spasmed as an orgasm overtook her.
          Rather than letting her orgasm subside, Quinn decided to see just how crazy he
could get his gorgeous bed-partner. His mind traced the neural pathways that were firing so
strongly at the moment (carefully avoiding the large dark space she had walled away as
prison for what was left of the Shadow King), and he used his Talent to continue sending
impulses to the sexual pleasure center of her brain as he impaled her vagina with two
fingers, still keeping up his tonguing of her clitoris.
          Betsy could have told exactly what he was doing if her psychic abilities hadn't been
locked away with the Shadow King as they were. But knowing what he was doing would
have made no difference to her reaction. Responding with an even stronger cry, he could
feel her muscles begin to buck as she desperately tried to hold herself still for his wonderful
treatment. She continued to soar as he coaxed even greater pleasure from her while
continuing to feed impulses directly to her mind.
          Finally, after about two minutes of amazingly intense orgasm, even Betsy's finelytoned
muscles began to complain loudly at the continuous spasming, and her fingers and
toes were beginning to lose sensation as she began to hyper-ventilate. As much as she
hated to, she finally pushed Quinn back with a breathy "Enough!"
          Somewhat shakily, she grabbed at his upper arm and pulled him up until his head
was level with hers. He slowly lay forward, mostly on top of her, and as his weight
unsuccessfully tried to flatten her phenomenal breasts, she slid one hand behind his head
and pulled his lips to her own.
          As they kissed, Quinn refrained from using his Talent, but being in the condition she
was in, as their tongues dueled against one another and their teeth grated slightly with the
force of the kiss, Betsy inhaled deeply and shook again as another, albeit lesser, climax
struck her, triggered by nothing more than the kiss.
After they allowed a few moments to cool down and let the sensation return to her
extremities, Betsy decided that turn-about was more than fair play in this case.
          Pulling him up even more, she positioned him just as she wanted, which was
kneeling with one knee on each side of her ribcage, his muscular thighs pressing up under
each of her breasts. She took her breasts and with each hand pressed them around the
shaft of his cock, stroking his member between them and tilting her head forward just
enough to take the head into her lips.
          As she applied suction and ran her tongue all around the flaring crown, sliding her tits
up and down his erection, she chuckled as his moan of pleasure told her just what she
wanted to hear. Slipping a hand into her exotic, purple hair, he helped ease the strain on
her neck and encourage her actions at the same time. She continued to mash her amazing
globes around him, slowly working him forward a bit at a time, slurping a bit more of his cock
into her loving lips on each pass. Finally, after several minutes of this action had passed,
she had taken about four inches of him into her mouth, the remaining six or so inches
completely surrounded by her ample mammaries. As it was, his testicles were getting a bit
of pressure by her underboob, but that didn't seem to bother either of them. His occasional
moans and chuckles of enjoyment were wonderful to hear, giving her the feedback she
needed. She was easing off the pressure from her breasts to allow him to feed her more,
and he was just beginning to press against the back of her throat when she decided to step
up the action.
          She removed him from her mouth and wordlessly adjusted his position again. This
time, he was kneeling above her head facing the foot of the bed. This way, when she pulled
him down and as his weight came forward, she tilted her head back slightly and in one
surprising motion, she took his stiff cock down until her nose rested against his balls and her
lips were tightly ovaled around the very base of him, every inch of his incredible member
down her throat.
          Slowly setting up a rhythm, she slid him back until she could catch another breath,
then sucked him back in until she took him to the root again, repeating the action until he
knew just how far he needed to withdraw each time to allow her another breath. She
intended to suck him off until he came like never before. In some things, experience
definitely paid.
          As he began to stroke himself in and out of her talented lips, Betsy brought her hands
up and began to squeeze her breasts more strongly than Quinn had earlier, increasing her
own pleasure as she gave him his, silently encouraging him to fuck her eager mouth with
her moans.
          He began to stroke more surely into her waiting smile, keeping up the steady motion
she had set herself. He leaned forward more until resting on his elbows, more of his skin in
contact with hers, his hard stomach pressing her hands harder to her chest. Unfortunately,
with her height being almost equal to his own, he was just barely unable to engage in a
successful sixty-nine without shifting positions, and Betsy wouldn't allow that. Seizing on
the next best thing, he brought both hands under her, and as his left hand began to knead
and squeeze one cheek of her magnificent ass, he managed to wiggle the first two fingers of
his right hand back and into her very slick cunt. She gave a stifled exclamation, and after he
gave her a brief moment to adjust to the sensation, he slowly began to work his ring finger
into her clenching asshole. As he did, her she gave several more muffled cries, and one of
her hands came up to grab spasmodically at his own ass, abandoning her breast and
encouraging him as she again began approaching climax.
          She didn't have long to wait. Quinn had no desire to drag things out, regardless of
how amazing the sensation of Betsy's eager cock-sucking was. With her attention focused
on urging him over the edge, he began seriously to pump his cock into her loving, sensuous
lips as she began to keen out in pleasure, beating him to orgasm yet again.
          Through the haze of her excitement, wanting him to come with her, she resurrected a
trick she had once learned and decided this might be a good time to use it. With the hand
she had been using to urge him on, she stretched around until she could put the folded
knuckle of her middle finger against his anus and her thumb against the bare patch of skin
beneath his scrotum, and pressed.
          It worked better that she had dreamed. With a sharp gasp, Quinn thrust his cock
deeply into her blissful, ardent throat and came, and Betsy's delight soared as she suddenly
felt as if she had opened a bottle of champagne in her mouth. Swallowing as quickly as she
could, she continued sucking at his cock, drinking the flood of his come down like nectar as
he joyfully fucked her slippery, spectacular lips.

                                        **********

          "... And Xavier's pets escaped thanks to your recruits. I told you I didn't like workin'
with 'em. Now they're both gone, and the special 'unit' with 'em."
          The voice on the other end of the line remained calm.
          "What chance is there of your being able to recover the unit?"
Foster snorted.
          "If it's in Xavier's mansion like I think it is, I might get it back if I had a company of
Special Forces. A lot easier to destroy it by blowing the place up completely."
          "Not yet. The stage must be set before such a move. It will likely be another week
before we may take such an action. We do not want a backlash of pro-mutant sympathy.
People must cheer the action, not condemn it."
          The Arab went on.
          "It is therefore fortunate that the unit has already been offered back to us... for a
price."
          "What? Do they know what it is?"
          "From the conversation, yes, I'm certain they are aware of its use. They also have an
idea of its worth."
          "Why would X-Men be willing to sell the unit back?"
          "A point I am just beginning to consider. Perhaps not all of the X-Men are immune to
corruption. We have found no trouble hiring mutants when the price is right."
          Foster was already considering another course.
          "If you can get them to agree to an exchange, I can probably get it back without
having to pay for it."
          "The thought had occurred to me as well.
          "But all of this is secondary if your investigator's identification of the newcomer is
correct. If that is the case, you have new orders. Confirm the identity of the newcomer, and
if it is him... eliminate him."
          This was the kind of order Foster liked.
          "No restrictions? What about bystanders?"
          "So long as the target is sanctioned, the methods I leave up to you."

                                        **********

          Quinn was lounging back on his bed, quite contentedly watching Betsy as she
resumed her X-Men uniform. He found watching her squeeze her exaggerated figure into
the tight blue outfit terribly sexy and rather educational... like someone putting ten pounds of
fine art into a three pound bag.
          "You really don't have to leave."
          Without looking at him, she replied, "I know."
          "Then why don't you stay?"
          Settling the shoulders of her outfit in place, she crossed and sat on the edge of the
bed. Her hand reached and uncharacteristically caressed the side of his face.
          "I can't. I've only just ended one relationship. Until I find some way of overcoming
my... difficulties... I don't want to begin another."
          He smiled in understanding.
          "Sounds like we have similar difficulties."
          "Oh?" she had been ready to go, but it sounded as if Quinn wanted to talk. After
what they had shared, she was more than willing to listen.
          "Not exactly the same, but I understand being unable to get involved in a long-term
relationship."
          She got the correct feeling that Quinn was most often thrust into the role of fatherconfessor,
listening to the problems of others but unable to unburden himself. If he was
able to open up to her... This would all have been much easier if she were still psychic.
          "Go on," she prompted.
          "You've heard I'm not from here."
          She nodded.
          "The problem is that wherever I go, I can only stay long enough to do what I came to
do. Then I have to leave."
          "Why? I mean why can't you stay?" She wasn't trying to persuade him to stay,
though the idea of Harlequin being around permanently wasn't the least bit objectionable to
her. Thinking back over the last two hours, it wouldn't be objectionable to her in the least.
He went on, not knowing her attention had wandered.
          "There's always something else that needs to be done some other place. Besides, I
have some very serious enemies, and I don't want people around me getting hurt by
accident."
          "You could retire. Simply walk away." Even as she said it, she knew how selfish that
would seem to him.
          He gave a lopsided grin.
          "Maybe some day, but I don't see it happening any time soon."
          "And nobody else can do what needs to be done?"
          He shook his head.
          "Not really. At least not yet. Oh, sometimes I find someone who has the right
combination of traits to do part of what I do, but most of the time, anyone like that is needed
right where they are. Sometimes I'm especially lucky and I find someone willing to uproot
themselves and become a part of Phoenix."
          "Phoenix? That's also one of Jean's personas, or once was."
          "Phoenix Group is who I belong to. We're always looking out for good operatives,
and it's a very good day when I find someone suitable. Heck, that's a good year. But that
doesn't let me quit. It just closes the gap a little."
          He took Betsy's hand. Surprisingly, she didn't consider pulling away.
          "You know my biggest problem with this job? I love women."
          "That's a problem?"
          "Okay, let me rephrase that. I love women too easily."
          "You fall in love too easily?"
          He gave her a look which made her slightly uncomfortable.
          "Sometimes. More often than I care to admit. And I want to make them happy."
          Betsy did not care for the turn the conversation had taken. She did not want
Harlequin falling in love with her. That was a complication she really didn't want right now,
regardless of how taken she was with him.
          Then, as if reading her mind, he smiled and broke the seriousness of the moment.
          "Don't panic, Betsy. Oh, given half a chance, I might fall in love with you..."
          She interrupted him, desperately trying to derail his train of thought.
          "That would be a shame. There are several ladies I know who would be quite
disappointed to find I intended to keep you all to myself."
          "Oh?" He raised an eyebrow. "Do tell." He knew of several himself, but didn't realize
the ladies had been discussing him among themselves. Quinn was always surprised at how
candidly some women could talk to other women.
          Betsy thought quickly. She couldn't very well say anything about the comments
made by Rogue or Storm, or hints dropped by Teresa and Tabitha, and she certainly
couldn't say anything about the discussion she'd overheard among Emma's girls! She
managed to come up with a plausible explanation.
          "Your new-found friend, for one. You said her name was 'Natalya'?"
          He nodded, but didn't let her off the hook so easily. "But you said 'several ladies you
knew'."
          She remained silent, realizing that with a man as quick as Harlequin, she might have
already said too much. It was best to put him where he wouldn't press her further.
          “You're too much a gentleman to expect me to say more.”
          "Okay," he said. "I won't ask you to betray any confidences."
          Betsy relaxed a bit as she rose from the bed. She needed to leave before she got
herself into trouble with her female teammates.
          "Good. Just leave yourself open to other... possibilities."
          "If you insist." He didn't stir from the bed, but continued to watch her with a look of
growing hunger. She really was incredibly sexy. He had a few exceptional weak spots
where women were concerned, and exotic looks like Betsy's were at the top of his list...
along with redheads.
          As she reached the door, she stopped and said, "I hope that we can still continue
things... casually... a bit later."
          "As long as I'm here, Betsy."
          "I'm glad," and the door closed gently behind her.

                                        **********

          A short time later, Quinn was practicing a complicated piece of classical Spanish
guitar music when Columbina interrupted him.
          ::Quinn! Emergency!::
          ::Yes, Collie. What is it?::
          ::Intercepted conversation. If I'm right, there's a contract out on you.::
          ::Playback, please.::
          After he listened to the recording of Foster and the Arab, he sighed.
          ::I'm afraid you're right, bella. Bloody hell! I was hoping for more time here.::

                                        **********

          Al Masid's hand tightened convulsively in Snowdrop's blonde hair, bringing a slight
whimper of pain and pleasure from the kneeling woman.
          "You see what happens when you fail to please, little Snowdrop? You must serve
like the little slut you are, and not be pleasured in return. But I am forgiving, and willing to
give you another chance. Perhaps if you perform well enough, you may find your way back
into my favor, eh?"
          The General had left his guards outside tonight, keeping the antechamber of the
hareem to himself and the Czech beauty feasting on his erection.
          She knew already that things in the outside world must not be going according to his
wishes. When things went well, he was genial and sometimes allowed his guards to share
his "houris", as he liked to call them. However, when things went poorly, he tended to single
out one of them and take his frustrations out in a rougher manner in private.
          Tonight was a bad one. Snowdrop accepted the chastisement willingly, eager to
please this strange man, knowing that when she did, things would get better for all of them.
At times, he almost treated her like her old master, the one who had introduced her to
correction. At least she knew what was expected. She learned rapidly and had no intention
of disappointing.
          "Elbows back, little one. You are a mouth to please me, my white blossom, nothing
more."
          She complied with his orders, sitting straighter, elbows almost touching behind her,
arching her back (as a result sticking forward her impressive endowment), and he wrapped
the fingers of his other hand into more of her hair, forcing her head to remain still as he
began roughly fucking her willing mouth.
          Closing her eyes, the blonde tried to obey his orders and not enjoy the experience,
but it was so good to feel him using her this way that her nipples betrayed her, standing tall
and becoming tight points of ecstasy as they pressed into the fabric of his pants. She knew
that she mustn't, that he would likely punish her for enjoying herself, but she couldn't help it.
          She tried to swallow him with each thrust, wishing to please, willing him to come in her
eager mouth so that she would know that she had done well, but not daring to do more than
she was instructed, praying silently that he allow her to finish him before he noticed how wet
she was.
          The General continued to pump away at the full, rouged lips worshiping his staff, and
allowed the day's disappointments to resurface for the moment.
          Damn the incompetents! They had lost one of his very expensive projectors, and he
was more than just displeased. The two responsible had wisely disappeared as well,
probably knowing what awaited them when they were found. But for now, he could not
make the ones at fault suffer. Instead, he sublimated his anger on the woman at his feet by
forcing his stiff prick into her tightly ovaled lips.
          This slut liked the pain. Very well, he would give her everything she wished for. He
stopped ramming into her mouth, released his tight grip and began stroking her hair almost
gently.
          "You can't help yourself, can you, my little trollop? You enjoy it too well, being used
this way. You want to taste my seed, to know that you have pleased me. Very well... you
have my permission. You may please me...NOW!"
          As he was speaking, he ran his hands down her hair, along her neck, across her
collar-bones and down until one hand cupped each of her marvelous breasts. Then as he
spoke the word "NOW", his fingers clamped down cruelly on her engorged nipples, twisted
and pulled her forwards strongly, driving his cock deep into her mouth with the same motion.
          An involuntary whimper of pain and shock escaped Snowdrop at the unexpectedness
of his chastisement, and for a brief moment she sat motionless until the surprise wore off.
Then, as he continued to pull her forward by her abused nipples, she joyfully welcomed the
pain/pleasure as it pushed her over the threshold and she suddenly began to come strongly.
One of her hands gently but firmly cradling his scrotum, the thumb and forefinger of the
other hand wrapping around the base of his thick cock, she began frantically bobbing her
head as she sucked his cock with an urgent need, whimpering high in her throat and
shaking with the uncontrollable spasms of her orgasm, desperate with her need to make him
come with her. His strong fingers kept their painful hold on the prominent rosy points
adorning her heaving breasts, pulling her tightly to him so that she could not escape even if
she wished to.
          She fed on him hungrily, with more desire than he had ever experienced before, and
her frenzied sucking did the trick. His breath grew rapid through clenched teeth, and his
hands convulsed strongly as they tried to crush her ample chest in his grip. Her own climax
kept trying to distract her, her empty pussy crying for attention, but it only managed to make
her more crazy to make him come in her mouth. Her cheeks caved in as she pulled harder,
as if she were trying to suck his thick juices out through a large straw.
          Suddenly, he exclaimed an Arabic profanity and his fingers twisted at her erect
nipples, pulling hard and driving himself full length into her mouth. He stiffened with a
groan, and then she was gratefully gulping his semen as he gave her the drink she had
been hoping for. Swallowing blissfully, Snowflower came again and again as the General's
swollen rod continued to pump more of his hot come into her mouth. She knew that she had
pleased him, and she dutifully drank the proof, knowing that this too would please him.
          "You... with your houri's breasts... and your thirsty slut's mouth. This is the... only
drink... you truly want... eh, little Snowflower?"
          Obediently, her throat again contracted as she tried to show him by her actions the
truth of his words.
          "What? You are still thirsty?"
          His cock still held in her clinging lips, the tall blonde nodded, her cheeks caving in yet
again as she tried to coax the last drop from him.
          He released her, and she whimpered as her breasts swung free, the blood coursing
to her abused nipples. His hand found its way into her hair, and he pulled her head back,
his now flaccid penis escaping the hold of her lips. She stayed on her knees, knowing that
he might not be finished with her "instruction".
          He stuffed himself back into his trousers as he crossed to the door. After zipping
closed his pants, he opened the door and barked out, "Yassir!"
          "Sir?" The guard appeared at the door, ready to carry out the General's orders. A
single glance at the naked woman kneeling a few feet away made him hopeful about what
his orders might be.
          "This one is still thirsty. See that she gets a drink."
          The guard tried not to smile.
          "Yes, sir!"
          "That is all. Send her back to the hareem when she is done. And be sure to let me
know if she does less than her best."
          "Yes, General."
          As he walked away, two others of his elite guard fell in behind him as he strode down
the hall. Yassir closed the door and moved to the waiting Snowdrop.
          "You heard the General's orders."
          She nodded, her eyes downcast in the submissive manner that she knew was
expected of her.
          Undoing the front of his trousers, she obediently began to work towards her next
drink.

                                        ************

          Somewhere in the former USSR, in a top security facility, a group of scientists worked
quietly but intensely on some important experiments. They were nearing a critical juncture
in their work, and were hoping that they might have some major progress to report to their
superiors by the end of the week.
          The intruders came out of nowhere. There was no alarm. There were no shots fired
to warn them of the attack. One moment they were concentrating on their experiments, the
next instant six strange figures dressed in blue and gold were rampaging through the labs.
Flames seemed to bloom everywhere at once, engulfing months of pains-taking research in
seconds. Sparks exploded from electronic equipment without apparent cause.
Researchers froze in their tracks, or were brutally attacked by the largest of the invaders.
One lab technician was seized and thrown into a bank of equipment like a rag doll. His
colleagues knew that he was dead before his body landed on the floor.
          When the soldiers guarding the laboratory entered, they too were frozen or mauled,
seemingly no better prepared to defend themselves against the terrorists than the scientists
had been.
          In just one minute twenty seconds, the lab lay in ruins. Not a single person was
standing except those dressed in the distinctive blue and gold uniforms of the terrorists, the
rest laying about the room injured or worse.
          "Right! Let's move out!"
          And then they were gone.
          They reappeared back in their headquarters a moment later.
          "Now that's the way an operation should run." Pyro knew that the Arab would be
pleased. Even if there wasn't the big payoff of a robbery, the exhilaration of sheer wanton
destruction was enough to give the Aussie a high.
          He wasn't the only one. Even Locus didn't complain. Only Freeze-frame seemed not
to be pleased at the results.
          As usual, he simply announced, "I shall be in my room," and walked out without
another word.
          Locus said, "I think I'm going to wash off the stink of burning." She headed for the
shower.
          Knock-out was breathing heavily, and turned to Sabretooth.
          Before she could say anything, he roughly grabbed her by the arm and steered her
out of the room, saying, "Yeah, I know. You want Little Victor to come out and play."
Relay and Pyro looked at each other.
          "Sounds like a plan to me," she said. "Want to get lucky, mate?"
          "Let me call the Arab and report on our latest success."
          "Just don't take too long. I've got something for you that you don't want to get cold."
          "Too right!"

                                        ************


"ARCHBISHOP OF CANTERBURY ESCAPES CERTAIN DEATH

"UPI--Manchester, England

          "Just minutes after completing services at St. Matthew's Cathedral in Manchester, the

Archbishop of Canterbury was nearly killed when the car which was to take him back to London

was destroyed in an explosion which shattered windows a block away. Fortunately, the

Archbishop had been delayed as he took an important phone call. Less fortunate were the driver,

Bertram Marten, and Monsignor Francis Richards, who was to accompany the Archbishop to
London for an ecclesiastical council..."


