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The Basement Den
The Boneyard’s walls are as alive as anything else on Krakoa. That’s why Rachel’s comfortable den in the tower’s sub basement didn't suffer from any of the stuffiness you’d expect from a sub basement. She’s not sure what possessed her to open a vent in the walls tonight. The air temp and humidity were all perfectly balanced – so different from her life before traveling back in time to save the world. But sometimes, even when everything seems perfect you need to let inside a little bit of the outside.
A few hours later, while reading in bed, something tickled Rachel’s nose…
“What is that smell?” Amazing Baby is being warwolf-sat by Eyeboy so she truly is alone in the den and the smell is so surprising she’s talking to herself. It smells like rotting vegetation. Actually…maybe it smells more musky like an animal— a skunk maybe. Did Amazing Baby bring something home? But AB’s been with EB for hours so that can’t be it.
She could open her door to investigate but as soon as she does the scent changes yet again. It smells like… blue cheese? Her stomach begins to growl (she loves blue cheese!) and she considers if she needs a sandwich. Did she forget lunch? She gets so immersed in their work it’s been known to happen.
She stalls in the doorway, thinking about making a snack. But the odor shifts again and it becomes less like a blend of fungi and dairy and more— like incense she’s come to associate with visits to the magic shops in The Village—-pleasantly herbal and resinous. This is confusing, she’s not hungry. She’s flush from a heat she’s never experienced in the Boneyard’s comfortable rooms. She pulls her shirt over her head, then peels out of her pants as quickly as possible. She wants nothing more than to be in her bed, and maybe break out the shiatsu machine Kyle insisted she accept as a holiday gift. Work out some… kinks in her neck?
But the scent moves again and starts to smell… sexy. It smells like Betsy’s perfume: expensive and floral.
She needs to smell Betsy. She needs to be with Betsy right now.
Psychic/Psychic relationships have their advantages. Betsy’s schedule is over-committed as ever with political engagements and asskickings to dole out and little downtime to prepare between them. But Rachel’s brain waves radiating “I want you now” are all it takes to summon Betsy to port from the lighthouse to Rachel’s basement den.
Her arrival is as swift as Krakoan tech allows but somehow not quite fast enough for Rachel’s ever intensifying needs. By the time Betsy enters the room Rachel is sitting curled up on the bed, four fingers deep in her own cunt, moaning, desperate and wet. This is not their usual method of operation. But Betsy enjoys the view, then starts to notice a heavy smell that reminds her of pressing her face into the nape of Rachel’s neck-–the smell of her pomade. Sandalwood.
Suddenly Betsy can get her own clothes off fast enough. There’s a heat burning its way through her body. She joins her girlfriend on the bed. “Do you want a hand with that?”
Rachel moans affirmatively. Betsy moves Rachel’s hand and pins it to the bed telepathically and spreads Rachel’s legs wide, using nothing but the power of her mind. Behold: a cunt so visibly turned on – flushed, wet, open, it simply must be licked but first Betsy needs a moment to appreciate the view.
She has never seen Rachel quite like this. She’s red face to chest, glistening with sweat. Her whole body is trembling. With Rachel’s legs spread wide Betsy can even see her opening gaping a little from her own rough handling earlier. Her cunt is so wet there’s a spot on the coverlet. Betsy’ loves getting her girlfriend off– be it hands or tongue or toys or just mind-to-mind but right now there’s no time to ask Rachel how she’d like it tonight. There’s no time to even think because the entire world smells like a Christmas Pudding from a mythical past then—- then Betsy HAS to taste her.
Betsy works three fingers inside Rachel and laps at her clit. She can hear Rachel in her mind, pleading “more, bigger harder” and she complies– another finger. A little more pressure from her tongue. And Rachel is coming. Her moans are really loud. Muscles contracting in waves around Betsy’s hand.
Betsy would typically want nothing more at this point than to bring her lover off again in rapid succession but the throbbing between her own legs has forced the matter. She’s so turned on she feels like a second pulse is beating between her own legs. She needs to get fucked now too. She’s only been here for a few minutes but it feels like she’s been waiting to get off for hours.
Rachel knows of course. She uses her powers to flip Betsy higher on the bed and brackets her in tightly. Her fingers, still wet from her own come, dance in between Betsy’s legs, into the juncture between their two bodies. She can rub at her partner and rub herself simultaneously.
Rachel ducks her head down, nipping Betsy's neck down to her breasts. Her skin is soft, her nipples are hard and dark and Rachel could devour her. She smells delicious. Not just her perfume but her body… she tastes like strawberries… buttercream… those gigantic magenta flowers they sprinkle on the rims of drinks at the Green Lagoon Bar… Her body is perfect: strong and soft and smooth and downy and everything in the right places. She wants to devour her.
Rachel licks and bites underneath Betsy’s breast. Betsy’s mind sends out a pinky-purpley wave. Rachel hears the words “fuck, take, come, inside” looping through her and moves to lick her where she is hottest. Total nudity and a mindblowing orgasm have done nothing to dissipate the heat she’s experiencing. Betsy’s skin is as hot as Rachel’s fires. And they are BURNING.
Rachel summons some ice cubes from the kitchen, dancing them through the air vents and directly into her hand. She drips cold water down her forearm and onto Betsy’s heat. She trembles. Betsy’s lips below are pink from their rubbing together. Rachel needs to nip and to taste.
She penetrates her with her tongue. Betsy whimpers till Rachel drops a cube of ice on her lips, so she can suck on the cool water while Rachel works her open quickly with expert fingers. When Betsy’s ice has melted and her begging has gone from psychic to audible, pleas of “Rach. Fuck fuck fuck,” Rachel turns Betsy over onto all fours, realizes she can’t remember where they left the strap-on and instead puts her own mental powers to use. It might not be a “focused totality” but Rachel is fully capable of filling her girlfriend’s pussy with the power of a telepathic/telekinetic strap-on. She can feel it better than with the strap-on this way too.
Rachel knows exactly what size to make it – large with undulating curves. Not a human cock, something perfectly designed to rub her g-spot just right, going in and out. She thrusts the invisible but fully sensory present cock in and out of Betsy with a powerful rhythm while holding one breast in each hand to steady her. Their bodies are fully joined, slick skin against skin, even their scents are merging.
Betsy’s noises get high, and breathy and Rachel can feel her vibrating beneath her. A moment later Rachel can feel Betsy coming in her own mind both inside and out. It makes Rachel come again too.
They collapse against each other on the mattress. It is then that Rachel notices she didn’t close the door…
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A Middle Floor Bedroom
“Babe. You invited me over but you’re working nonstop. I might as well go back to my place,” Tommy chides his boyfriend, sitting down on his distracted host's bed, struggling with his Nintendo switch game and squinting with frustration.
“I’m busy? You’re the one playing Smash Brothers. Or I’m sorry. Losing Smash Bros. Do you need a hand with that level? You look like you need a hand with that level.” David turns to face him and remembers his promise last week to spend more quality time together and starts feeling guilty looking into those gorgeous round eyes. “But I need to wrap this report up first. Can’t possibly take more than another… half hour… sorry about that,” David says feeling like a bad host.
“Oh come on, I taught you everything you know about Smash,” Tommy replies, rolling over languidly, trying to convey a sense of both being sexy and being busy playing his game. He shrugs off his button down shirt, revealing a very tight ribbed tank top beneath, announcing, “see, I am on the next level already! So there!”
“Well, in 29 minutes we will just have to see…” David trails off.
“GAME OVER” rings out in a digitized voice.
“I’m thirsty– do you want anything from the kitchen?” Tommy asks as he cracks open the door of David’s room.
And in less time than it takes for David to move his head, Tommy opens the door.
Just a crack in the door is all it takes.
Tommy is stopped in his tracks. Lost in thought for the longest second he’d experienced in a long time as his brain attempts to process a smell that just wafted into the room.
It’s the tiniest bit brackish, like seaweed. But maybe savory too. Like shitake mushrooms. Is there a huge order of ramen on the other side of the hall? That would be amazing. But also a surprising place to leave a large carryout order. And ramen doesn’t carry out very well….
As Tommy considers this, the smell changes to something richer and sweeter, and it’s ice cream. Tommy knows it’s ice cream. With those fresh waffle cones they make from scratch. Tommy could have run to Jenni’s Ice Cream flagship in Ohio and gotten one for each of them by now but somehow his feet don’t want to move because that would mean moving away from David.
“Tommy, did you bring back some deep dish pizza?” David drops his pad, impressed at the unsolicited gesture. But when he looks up, Tommy is not holding pizza. He’s biting his lower lip and making a serious effort to rub his cock through his pants. David forgets about pizza.
David is of two opposed urges. On the one hand, Tommy seems to be as aroused as any human being David has witnessed: his pupils are dilated, his breath is loud, his skin his flushed, his cock is straining to make it out of his pants. The scientist and detective in David would like to investigate the reason why Tommy is so suddenly turned on. Perhaps he’s being possessed? Does Malice have a brother who instead of looking like a black ribbon choker takes the form of a cockring?
Or maybe this is some form of airborne contaminant? He has been noting some powerfully strange smells changing over the past couple of minutes. In fact the smell he was certain was a porcini mushroom pizza is definitely actually some high-end pipe tobacco and as David breathes in deeper– jasmine flowers.
But on the other hand, David is starting to feel as horny as Tommy. This mystery would benefit from some first-hand examination.
“Tommy, are you possessed?”
“Not yet. Can you fix that?”
Ok. Enough verbal investigation for now. Time for physical investigation. Tommy is practically vibrating out of his skin. His tank top is soaked. The tight-fit raw denim jeans he looked incredibly hot in an hour ago are now his enemy, as he struggles to get his hand into his pants. His face is flushed and his lower lip is trembling between his teeth.
He could bite it. He could… David lunges forward and presses his tongue to Tommy’s lip as if to still it, and wraps himself around Tommy’s trembling body. Tommy opens up and lets him in as they topple down onto the bed. David is completely hard as he grinds against the straining fly on his boyfriend’s jeans.
David pulls Tommy’s hand out of his pants to make space to unzip him. With that achieved Tommy immediately returns to rubbing his cock and starts to beg so fast only a speedster—or David—could make out the words, “pleasefuckhot, sohot, touchmefucktouchme,” but anyone could smell the desire.
David drops his head down to Tommy’s cock so quickly he has a headrush and swallows him down to the root– at which point the room is absolutely spinning. Tommy makes a sound like all the air has left his body as David starts to suck. Tommy’s sticky fingers are in David’s hair and he’s too turned on to mind it as they buzz against the nape of his neck.
Seeing Tommy be this desperate for his touch… whatever that scent in the air is… David’s entire being feels like one big erogenous zone as his own arms and shoulders vibrate an echo of Tommy’s vibrations.
Every touch, and any touch is amazing. Tommy’s cock practically kissing the back of his throat? That feels amazing too. David’s cock is rock hard in his silky lounge pants, as it bobs against the loose fabric. It’s a weird sort of tease with no friction. He’s desperate to stroke himself but he needs both hands to keep Tommy from vibrating off the bed.
David deepthroats him, rocking his head as spit drips down Tommy’s cock and balls. That motion combined with firm-handed pressure on each thigh, exactly how Tommy likes it, has Tommy coming down his throat moments later moaning “yesyesohgodfuck”.
Tommy is fast. But Tommy is not done.
In a gust of motion, David is nude, his clothes tornadoed across the room but his smudged glasses placed carefully on the bedside table and Tommy is riding him. His head thrown back, the veins on his neck pulsing. He’s panting loudly as their skin slaps together. It would be… too much too fast in any other moment but right now it is perfect. Tommy’s body, vibrating around him, every inch.
Tommy’s athleticism is as superheroic here as with everything else. He’s riding him with leg strength alone, tucking silver hair behind his ear with one hand and pinching a hard nipple with the other. Tommy’s cock is hard again. That’s expected. But with every down stroke of his body David sees that Tommy’s cock appears to be leaking precome.
Fascinating!
He wants to ask him how it feels but speech is both too hard and unnecessary when watching the euphoric look on Tommy’s face. David reaches out a finger, rubs it against Tommy’s frenulum eliciting a truly unintelligible yelp. He tastes it and yes, somehow his boyfriend is leaking precome from the prostate stimulation of riding him. Fuck that’s hot.
David runs his left hand over Tommy’s flank and thigh, slowing his motion as he massages hard against the tight muscle and soft, wet skin, then through his pale pubic hair. Tommy stills for a moment as David carefully strokes his sack, which is tight and hard beyond what he’s come to expect. Tommy is back to biting his lower lip again. And then the full body vibrations that the Hitachi corporation would have trademarked if possible return. David can’t hold off much longer.
“You’re going to come again?” David tries to ask but it probably sounds more like a demand.
“YesYesWantyoucomeinmyass, fuckDavidfuck”
David takes Tommy’s cock in hand and strokes it in time to Tommy’s almost violent thrusting.
David's senses become entirely overwhelmed: the heat, the once warm dimmed lights of his room now taking on a greenish glow, the loud slick sounds of their bodies joined. But especially by the scent. Jasmine… it's foggy, soft and white as Tommy’s hair.
David pulls Tommy closer, to bury his face in his hair. Tommy’s breath against his neck is even hotter. He feels Tommy’s teeth, somewhere between chattering and nibbling along his neck. He would be devoured. That would be… good.
“So good,” whispers David into Tommy’s ear.
Tommy clenches around David and “oh god”, that's all it takes for David to come so hard he sees not stars but star shaped flowers, dancing in front of his eyes. They’re spinning. He is still and the flowers... Tommy… swirling around him and he feels Tommy’s come, impossibly hot, shoot so high it kisses his cheek.
Tommy collapses on top of him. He’s out like a light. The swirling world has begun to stabilize. The smells of the room are starting to dissipate and David takes a moment to wonder if there’s something in the air…when he realizes he never had a chance to close the bedroom door…
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The Flying Deck
Akihiro is always aware of scent. He can’t turn off that part of his mind. He should have noticed the spores first. He should have picked them up the moment the mutated mushrooms of the literal boneyard sent the spores out. But Akihiro had been on the road, on an investigation with Laura and Gabby. Germination of the fungi surrounding the Boneyard was well underway by the time he’d returned.
All he’d wanted was a shower. Really.
But there was a smell. It was a smell wearing a disguise. It wanted you to think it was something delicious, something sexy but Akihiro realized what it really was: fungal spores mimicking human sex pheromones. He supposed once you got enough mutated bodies buried on a mutant island the fungus is going to eventually want in on the fun.
He’s seen similar fungal spores used for some pretty fucked up purposes but he knows they wear off pretty quickly. He should talk to Black Tom or one of the botanists about making an antidote but he feels a tingling greenness in his mind and he needs to check on Aurora first. Make sure she’s ok.
He runs up the stairs to her room but he doesn’t smell her there. There’s a whiff of her…and something else. He sniffs, trailing it up and realizes it’s coming from above. Next thing he knows his claws are out and he is climbing the Boneyard’s open central shaft. He can sense her on the flying deck that crowns the entire structure.
There are many stunning look-out points all over the island but none can match the Boneyard’s external flying deck when it comes to watching a sunset. Or the local lights. Kyle and Jean-Paul have their evening cocktails there which is why he’s moving as fast as he can to reach her. Because if anyone else shows up there before he does, he’s sure they’re going to blame him for whatever happens.
As he reaches the deck, he’s relieved to find Aurora is alone. But…alone isn’t quite the right word for it.
The living white walls of the tower, aroused by the spores, have been seduced by Aurora’s beauty. The building has sprung a brand new specialized appendage from the base of the overlook of the flight deck. Aurora is riding it like there’s no tomorrow.
He sees Aurora, leggings split at the crotch, her white shirt hanging on by a single button and falling off her breasts. She is kneeling on the edge of the ledge bouncing up and down on the white rod, slick with her wetness.
She’s moaning to herself, with her heavy lidded eyes looking out over the tower’s grounds. He loves looking at Aurora when she’s lost in thought. Right now she’s not lost in thought, she’s lost in sensation. He wants to feel that with her too. He deserves that at least as much as… the building does. Fuck. He is so turned on. But he needs to make sure she’s safe.
“Aurora, can you hear me?”
“Akihiro! Come join me,” she practically purrs at him.
Well… based on his past experience with spores like this, if he can get her to come quickly then he can probably get her off the roof safely before any flyers show up and make this awkward.
Make Aurora come quickly? This shouldn’t be too hard. He has never seen her this uninhibited and he is absolutely desperate to touch her too.
He drops down to her, holding her face in his hands, engulfing her in a kiss. She smells like sugared almonds. She smells like… home? It’s hard to quantify. There are so many smells right now.
She grabs his hand, pulling him closer and bringing his fingers to her clit, and moves it across the front of her cunt, demonstrating exactly what she wants. With her other hand she rubs his cock through his already tented pants. At first slow, then frantically.
He undoes his fly before she rips a seam. Her hand immediately grasps for his cock again, rubbing it against her opening as she continues riding the Boneyard’s… dick (?).
“I need you,” he whispers in her ear, and buries his nose in her hair
“Well come and take me,” she replies in full volume.
She struggles a little as he lifts her up off the deck; she wants him but she doesn’t want to have to pause. It proves necessary because the Bonyard’s erection is… really fucking big.
Akihiro has seen big. He’s seen it on guys he’s been with. He’s seen dildos that look like they could kill a man. This one isn’t at the lethal registered weapon scale of things he’s witnessed in that sex shop across from The Hole in San Francisco, but it is not to be trifled with. And as he watches her gyrate he realizes that it is moving inside her too.
No matter how certain Aurora may be in her haze that she could take him and the building at the same damn time, the physics are not on her side. He wants her too bad to let the Boneyard have all the fun but when he tries to take her up on her offer to take her, he feels like he’s trying to unthread her from something alive. Something that does not want her to stop.
The spike vibrates when she moves away, luring her back. Or forming a smaller, thumb-shaped branch off the root of it, teasing at her clit.
Akihiro ’s healing factor and general familiarity with working around pheromone powers means he’s not as overwhelmed by the spores as she is. For him, the headyness comes and goes in waves as his body fights it off and swims with it again in turn.
He’s glad he’s currently in a moment of clear-ish-headedness to steer Aurora off the building-cock. He reaches between her legs, making sure she’s not stuck and eases her off what he realizes has become a sequence of stacked spheres. He feels her pussy lips open and close with each that emerges as he lifts her and she moans a quiet “ooooo” sound. The moment she’s free she jumps into his arms, wraps her legs around his waist and trusts his cock inside her pussy.
It’s novel not needing to warm her up at all before sinking in. He’s very well hung and the idea of fucking Aurora when she’s already lose and warm from someone else… from something(?) else? Is blowing his mind.
She leaves love bites across his chest through his shirt. She’s gripped him with her legs so tightly that he can support the rest of her weight with one hand as their bodies thrust together. Because with the other… he’s trying to get a grasp on the building’s protrusion. Is it still animated? Did it stop moving when she did? Is it going to try to have its way with her?
The protrusion is still there. Still large and wet and warm from her body. But not writhing in his hand.
“Was the building like this when you showed up?”
“No. It started when I started. It likes you too, you know…” Aurora gasps out.
“The Boneyard?”
“Yes! Can’t you feel it?”
Thinking back, Akihiro was stunned at how quickly this place had begun to feel like home. He wasn’t going to have an official room here but last week he’d sketched a mural in soft grays all over the walls of the room across from Aurora’s. He assumed she was the reason. But maybe she’s not the only reason.
“So, what’s the building into? Fucking?”
Aurora chuckles and nods. “It’s going to feel left out.”
Well, Akihiro has fucked weirder things than the Boneyard and Aurora seems really into this. He palms the protrusion more firmly and, ok it’s actually slipperier now. It’s secreting a luminescent lube of its own.
“How should we do this?” he asks her. He’s pretty sure he’s only asking her.
“You. Keep taking me. And the Boneyard. Let it take you,” her voice trails into a moan.
He’s strong enough to lower them both without dropping her or even pausing his thrusts. He’s also surprised by how quickly Aurora is able to reach the Boneyard’s wet erection, gather some of its luminescent lube in her fingers and slowly circle his hole. Aurora dismounts him to move behind him and work him open with her nimble fingers.
The intensity of the sensation of her fingers against his hole makes his chest flutter. He's not new to being penetrated this way. Across the many years of his long life he's done this countless times to other people and also to himself. Most recently with a friendly fifty-something leather daddy he met at a bathhouse in Madripoor. But he’s never done this with Aurora. It never occurred to him that she might want to. And now he has to focus and restrain himself to keep from coming immediately when she adds what feels like a third but must be only a second finger.
He collapses on all fours, to give her a better angle. He’s sweating. Panting. And watching the view. The whole island is spread out below them. Glistening wet, resplendent in flowers. Entirely full of his people. It’s intoxicating. Time slows down and with his head peering over the ledge can see the actual spores now, puffing out from the ground. Swirling up the Boneyard’s side. He can also hear them. Tiny whispered voices which say, “We love you. This is home.”
He’s moaning and open and extremely ready. Aurora pulls him back, practically threading him on to the Boneyard’s erection which is now seaming to quiver with desire. He realizes now what it reminds him of: a uniquely lively strand of anal beads. Each bead feels like he’s being penetrated anew. He understands why Aurora was in no hurry to dismount earlier.
Unlike any beads he’s used before, these are warm and vital. He’s unbelievably full though there’s a few left to go when Aurora slinks around to stand in front of him,
“Ok, I’m not waiting. Come on.”
And drops to mount him again. Her cunt grips him, hot and strong as she slides up and down. The stimulation from both angles is overwhelming. Aurora is steering him now, driving their motions together. Pulling him into her or pushing him down against the spheres. He forces himself to focus enough to rub her clit with one hand while supporting her lower back in the other.
The beads move. They rattle. They tease at his prostate and he feels brain-breakingly full. He’s done a lot of kinky things in the many long decades of his life, but sex with Aurora has been relatively staid by his standards. The kinkiest they’d been till now was fucking in the whirlpool while everyone was away. He wasn’t sure if she’d be game for something like this. But she’s clearly having the time of her life. She’s giggling, biting her lip and just radiant. Her full breasts swaying as she steers them.
She writhes tilting her hips, clearly he’s hitting something just right as he feels her clench around him and start to come. Contracting hard and forcefully as he surrenders into the experience, falling back and back as the final beads penetrate him. His behind now seated on the ground, Aurora collapses against him, breathless.
He moves her on his cock, thrusting and he can’t hold back and the beads themselves move and vibrate and colors erupt in his vision. Aurora shimmers, a purple and blue glow around her pale body, as he comes and comes and comes inside her. Dripping from her pussy, trailing onto the platform itself. He feels the building actually shudder with him and then… the Boneyard’s erection is gone. Dissolved or simply melted back into the floor. Which is good. Because as the high starts to fade again he’s not sure he wants to feel all that coming out….
Akihiro collapses on his back and he thinks he hears the building creak… no… actually humm in satisfaction. He wants to sleep right there. But that would defeat his initial purpose of rescuing Aurora before anything embarrassing happens.
He takes off his loose fitting shirt, now drenched with sweat and pulls it over her head. It’s JUST barely long enough to cover the split crotch of her leggings as he carries her downstairs to her room. He can hear David, Tommy, Betsy and Rachel talking on the lounge many floors below. They’re debating what exactly just happened while simultaneously trying to avoid explaining to the other couple what clearly just happened.
Akihiro chuckles to himself. He figures with four of them already on the case he’s safe to just return Aurora to her room and snuggle against her in bed. As he drifts off to sleep he thinks he can hear the Boneyard say,
“We should do this again sometime.”
Akihiro thinks… why not. It’s home.