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eXcalibur : Inner Circle Part 4 of 7.
"..... hell?" grunted Colossus, shaking his head slightly before
repeating himself,"What the hell? Where am I?"
Where he was pressed against something warm, soft and undeniably
erotic. Flickering his eyes, which adjusted to the bright, warm light
enveloping the featureless, white room, he saw what it was.
Meggan.
He gasped in astonishment, realizing that he was lying on top of
his Team-mate in eXcalibur, the beautiful fiancee of Captain Britain, the
women whom he'd seen naked only an hour ago when painting her portrait
for her future husband.
He tried to move and found he couldn't, some kind of invisible
barrier preventing him from moving up or to the side, trapping him on
top of Meggan, who was just as naked as he was.
He could feel her massive breasts pressing firmly against his
broad chest, and her thighs were slightly spread, which of course meant
part of his cock shaft was pressing against her smooth, bald vagina.
"Meggan!" he gasped, his voice barely audible,"Meggan? Are you
awake?"
She didn't reply, just a slight moan and the barest flicker of a
smile crossing her face. He tried once again to pull himself off of her
but once again failed.
Shaking his head, Peter tried to ignore his treacherous cock as
it began to stir and shift, looking instead over the side of he and Meggan's
bodies.
"Floating?" he muttered, noting that Meggan's long blonde hair
was draped down and over the floor, which they appeared to be floating
several inches off.
Meggan groaned slightly in her sleep, shifting slightly and
spreading her legs just a little more. Peter's cock instantly slipped
forward and he felt her bald cunt-lips part around the shaft of his cock,
clasping around the top side of his penis.
"Uhhhh Meggan, dammit," grunted Peter, and tried to pull himself
back, his powerful muscles straining against the invisible forcefield
before finally giving up. He felt his cock filling with blood, getting
thicker and harder, trying to push up into Meggan's cunt on instinct alone,
ignoring his mind's protests.
Shaking his head to clear it, Peter came to the only conclusion he
could, he would have to convert his flesh to organic steel to tear them
free from this invisible forcefield. He prepared to shift his flesh to
the hardier, steel form of Colossus when a voice in his head stopped him.
- In that form you weigh hundreds, - it whispered, - Can you be
sure you won't crush Meggan to the floor beneath you? -
He paused, considering. If he changed, it was indeed a possibility
that the invisible forcefield holding him and Meggan up would shatter and
he would fall hard on top of her, crushing her to death.
"Dammit," he whispered, then groaned as Meggan shifted again
and his cock managed to lift another inch, pressing firmly against her
cunt now.
"Hmhm!" giggled Meggan, feeling the cock against her pussy,"Brian,
not now!"
"Meggan, wake up!" gasped Peter, blushing furiously,"I need your
help!"
Meggan just mumbled something with a smile and spread her legs
a little wider.
"Ahh fuck!" gasped Peter, feeling his cock practically bounce up
and press with greater urgency than ever before against her tight little
cunt.
"Yeah, fuck!" giggled Meggan, a lustful and yet somehow innocent
look on her face,"Fuck me Brian!"
"Nooo!" whispered Peter, desperate now as he felt his treacherous
body happily doing it's own thing.
"Yesss," chuckled Meggan as Peter desperately pulled his crotch
back, inadvertently giving his cock just the right angle to fuck himself
fully into The Faerie's cunt.
- Go on, go on! - whispered the voice in Peter's mind again, - Who
will ever know? Just fuck her! -
"I can't," he grunted, holding his crotch high up, the tip of his
cock pressing against the entrance of her cunt,"It's wrong."
- Oh bullshit, - giggled the voice, a voice he didn't
recognize, - You can't tell me you don't want her.....
....He was leaping over his canvas....
....tearing a can of yellow paint....
....letting the contents drop onto her....
....Meggan gasping with shock as his hands grabbed her buttocks
and began massaging the paint roughly into her ass....
....Spinning her around....
....pulling her to her feet....
....scooping globs of paint from the floor....
....spreading it over her body....
....Caressing her face....
....her arms....
....grabbing her breasts in his hand and squeezing them....
"Peter! What are you doing?" she was crying....
"Shuush," was his reply, eyes alight with something - frenzy? lust?
inspiration?....
....pulling his hands away....
....grinning in pleasure at her breasts....
....sliding his hand down between her legs....
....cupping her vagina in his hands....
....giving a little squeeze, sliding his hand up, letting it run
up her waist and between her breasts....
....his finger sliding off of her chin....
....turning with a roar....
....spinning the canvas around....
....pushing his hands against it....
....sliding his hands down in a circular motion....
....Pulling them away....
....grabbing a brush covered in green paint....
....slashing it down the middle of the picture....
....Metal fading....
....turning and looking at Meggan....
....panting despite the fact that everything he had done had been
in his metal form - which required no respiration....
....The light gone from his eyes....
....looking tired....
....Meggan looking a little shocked....
....paint dripping from her body....
....her eyes catching the painting and she gasped....
"Peter! It's beautiful!"....
....Peter smiling slightly....
....Meggan wrapping her arms around his neck....
....hugging him....
....pressure of her breasts against his chest feeling more pleasant
than anything he had felt before.....
....She looking up at him with a grin....
....kissing him....
....meaning it to be a little peck on the lips....
....but it becomes more passionate....
....her lips parting....
....Peter lifting her into the air....
....pressing his own lips against hers....
....their tongues entwining....
....and then he pulls away....
....lowering her to the ground.....
"You should take a shower," he says,"I'll put the canvas away to
dry, and then I'll clean up in here."
"Peter?" she starts,"I....."
....He walks out the door with the canvas before she can finish....
....she has no idea what it was she was going to say....
....want that hot Faerie pussy of hers? - finished the voice,
accompanied by that flash of images coming in between her words, making
him recall what had happened less than an hour ago (as far as he knew,
he had no idea how long he'd been unconscious).
"No, no I can't," he moaned,"It's wrong!"
- BULLSHIT! - snapped the voice, - FUCK HER! -
"No!" gasped Peter, shaking his head as his crotch began to
shake, fatigue setting in as the invisible barrier pressed back against
his ass. He couldn't hold it much longer, unless he shifted to his
metal form of course, and then he ran the risk of crushing his team-mate.
"Bozhe Moi! I can't hold it!" he cried, his teeth shaking as his
jaws clenched and his muscles shook,"MEGGAN! WAKE UP!"
"Huh?" she muttered, eyes flittering open,"What?"
"Noooo!" he groaned, giving in at last. His body dropped, his
large, erect cock plunging forward and splitting open Meggan's tight,
bald cunt.
"UH!" they both gasped together, Meggan in bewildered shock, Peter
in shamed relief.
"Peter?" she gasped,"What are you doing?"
"I'm sorry, Meggan!" sobbed Peter,"I couldn't hold myself back
any more! I'm sorry!"
"Peter," Meggan started, then had to repeat herself when Peter
began to break down,"PETER!"
"Wh... what?" he gasped, trying to ignore the delicious feel of
her tight, tight snatch around his thick slab of cock-meat.
"What's going on?" she asked,"Where are we? We were in Switzerland
and then... what?"
"I... I don't know?" he muttered to himself, feeling her shift
beneath him, cunt sucking on his cock,"We were... by the lake? And we?
What happened? It all went black...."
"Someone is playing with us," she whispered, then let out a short
gasp as he tried to pull himself out of her before losing strength again
and sliding fully into her,"PETER!"
"I'm sorry!" he gaped again, as he tried to push back the eager,
laviscious thoughts running through his head at a mile a minute,"I was
trying to get out of you and.... I'm sorry."
"Ju.. uh! Just relax," she whispered, biting her lower lip softly
as she felt the unmistakable feeling of a thick cock inside of her cunt,
filling her deeper and thicker than any man's cock ever had, including
her beloved Brian,"Listen, we... uh, we just have to think...."
"Think..." agreed Peter.
"There has to be a way out of this...."
"Out..." moaned Peter.
"....this is just some trick...."
"....some trick...."
"....some sick test...."
"....sick...."
"....one of the... uh!"
"Ohhhh," groaned Peter.
As she had talked, the Faerie and Mutant had, of course, been
looking directly into each other's faces. As a result, they could feel
their breath on each other's face and in their mouths, could feel the
erotic stimuli of their joined, albeit unwilling, intercourse which was
tempered by their already strong attraction for each other. As they talked
their mouths drew closer, lips brushing against lips, Meggan making only
a token effort to prevent it, Piotr none at all.
And finally they kissed.
They broke away for a second and Meggan found the strength to
finish her sentence,"....death traps they think up in their perverted
little minds...."
"....perverted...." agreed Peter, and they kissed again.
They tasted each other's mouths, tongues sliding between lips
as they surrendered to their inhibitions at last. Peter pulled his
hips back and then hunched forward, burying his large erection once
again to the hilt in the Faerie's hot little cunt. The difference this
time was that it was intentional, and he was awarded by a long, low
moan in the back of Meggan's throat as she ground her cunt against his
long, thick member.
Perhaps guilt would follow, but for now Peter and Meggan only
cared about sating their lust, their long held in feelings for each other
finally released.
Meggan groaned happily, legs spreading wide before wrapping up
around his waist, giving her leverage to hump her crotch up onto the
thick Russian prick splitting her cunt.
The Faerie hunched her tight ass in time with Peter's eager
cock-thrusts, rocking her hips and moaning loudly, mindlessly at the
pleasure she was getting from him.
One of Peter's large, powerful hands had slid up to slide through
her hair, holding the back of her head as they kissed, and now it trailed
down, pausing momentarily to cup one of her large, firm breasts before
sliding down her waist and over her crotch, one large finger pressing
against her erect clitoris.
At no point did his finger cross hair, and for The Russian this
was enough to blast the last of his inhibitions clear. But an hour ago
she had been naked before him as he painted her portrait, and then she
had had a thin thatch of blond pubic hair. Now her cunt was totally
bald, and in his own mind at least this was definitive proof that none of
this was real, Meggan wasn't real, this was nothing but a fantasy or a
trick and it didn't matter, he could let himself go.
Again and again he plunged himself into her, pumping his cock
over and over again into Meggan's tight little cunt. His hips slammed
up and down, the full length plunging into the Faerie's pussy.
Meggan's eyes were half closed with lust as she felt her tight
cunt being slammed full of long, thick Russian cock. Her cunt was wrapped
around his cock like a second skin, tight as a vice, burning like a furnace
as he fucked his engaged Team-Mate.
Meggan's firm, tight ass was squirming all around as they floated
in mid-air, her hips being slammed down with each deep, powerful stroke
of Peter's cock. She whimpered and cried out for more, grinding her tight,
bald cunt up at his pounding, slamming cock.
Without even realizing it, Peter arched his back - the forcefield
apparently gone - to give him deeper penetration, fucking deep into her
tight little fuckhole, screwing her with long, hard strokes that made the
blond Faerie moan and groan, whimpering for more and more. She bucked
her curved hips back up at him in orgasmic frenzy, fucking back against
him with uninhibited lust.
Peter could feel himself building towards orgasm already, seeing
and feeling it building up in Meggan as well. She was squirming her
tight little ass about like crazy, thumping her cunt up against his cock,
getting him to cram his big, thick cock buried balls deep inside of her
juicy little cunt.
"OH! OHHHHhhhhh!" she squealed,"Fuck me Peter! Cum in me! Cum in
me!"
"Oh Meggan!" he cried, hunching hard up into her and grinding
his crotch against her as he blasted his cum deep into her. She screamed
in pleasure, throwing her head back and crying out as she came as well,
her hips slamming in mad, jerking circles as she gripped her breasts and
squeezed them, fingering her nipples, tweaking and rubbing them as her
legs tightened around his waist and applied pressure which would have
left bruises on almost any other man.
Finally the two collapsed against each other, kissing and stroking
each other's bodies as they wallowed in post-coital bliss. The only
sound was their panting as they hung in mid-air, before finally Peter
broke the silence by saying,"That was....
....unbelievable," growled Rachel Summers as she took in the sight
before her,"What kind of trick is this."
"No trick," replied the red-head in front of her,"Mommy's come
to take you home."
And with that, Jean Grey smiled and grabbed the collar of her
uniform, pulling it loose and letting it drop to the ground. She smiled,
naked in front of Rachel Summers,"But perhaps not in the way you might
have hoped."
"You're not Jean Grey!" snapped Rachel angrily,"This is some kind
of trick!"
"Really?" asked Jean with a grin,"Then how, pray tell, can I do
this?"
Rachel - who had been on her knees in the center of the room,
wrists and ankles manacled - found herself being shoved against the wall,
chains retreating into the wall itself as she was lifted bodily up against
the cool surface of the wall.
"What?" she gasped,"How...?"
"Telekinesis, darling," chuckled Jean,"Don't you know Momma's
powers?"
"Don't say that!" growled Rachel, her mind rebelling at the
innate wrongness of this,"You're not my mother!"
"You don't know how happy I am to hear that," laughed Jean,
sauntering forward till she was inches from Rachel's nude body,"Because
now I don't have to feel guilty about doing this."
Before Rachel shocked gaze, Jean dropped to her knees and grabbed
Rachel's thighs, slipping a finger briefly between Rachel's cunt lips and
scooping out some of the juices contained therein.
"Seems as if you like what you see, hmmm baby?" asked Jean with
a grin at the woman who would have been her daughter in another
timeline,"You're going to love this."
Rachel said nothing, just staring in shock as Jean ran her now
glistening, sticky fingers up over Rachel's waist and between her large,
firm breasts. The captive red-head couldn't help but groan as she felt
Jean circle both her nipples, which had become erect. But she was quickly
brought back to earth as she felt Jean's mouth close around one of the
stiff nubs of flesh and suck it in.
"You can't do this!" she cried in despair as Jean suckled at
her breast, trying desperately to ignore the aching pleasure she felt
in her nipples,"It's wrong."
- What's so wrong? - Jean asked telepathically, - Turnabout is
fair play, I used to do this for you, you know? -
"You're not my mother!" growled Rachel, then gasped as Jean
playfully tugged at her nipples with her teeth.
"Oh shut up," laughed Jean, sliding two fingers up into Rachel's
cunt, sliding them in and out. Rachel shook her head in disbelief,
shocked at the sudden intrusion, coupled with Jean taking her tit into
her mouth again and once again lightly biting at her nipple.
Rachel was helpless to do anything, stripped of her clothes and
her telepathy, bound to the wall she could only stand there as Jean Grey,
who in another time had been her mother, suckled on her breasts and
fingered her pussy. Her shock and outrage couldn't sustain themselves
forever, not against the continued onslaught of Jean's sexual assault,
and soon Rachel felt herself feeling unwanted pleasure. There was no
denying how good Jean's talented fingers and mouth felt on her cunt and
her tits, and to her shame she found herself growing more and more aroused,
her cunt growing moister and moister around Jean's probing fingers and
lapping tongue.
Jean grinned around Rachel's breast, then slowly began kissing her
way down the captive red-heads waist, over her flat, toned stomach until
finally her head was situated just before the other woman's crotch.
"Jean... Mom," whispered Rachel, tears running down her cheeks
which were flushed red with unwanted sexual arousal and humiliation,"Don't
do this, it isn't right."
Jean just smiled, then reached up and gently pulled the lips of
Rachel's cunt open, quickly running her tongue up between the exposed
pink flesh and sending an involuntary shiver of pleasure throughout Rachel's
body.
As the startled red head tried to come to terms with this shocking
turn of events, Jean gave her no chance to compose herself, running her
tongue up between Rachel's cunt-lips again before kissing the inner curves
of her thighs, kissing softly upwards, making Rachel moan and involuntarily
hump her crotch up towards Jean's face without even realizing it.
"This... UH! This isn't.... right," moaned Rachel as Jean teased
her, kissing softly, gently, seductively all around her vagina without
making contact, driving her wild with frustrated sexual desire, unwanted
but undeniable.
Jean moved her lips to within a hairsbreadth of Rachel's cunt,
breathing hotly on it, sending jolts of pleasure through-out her clitoris
as Rachel found herself becoming more and more aroused, losing the ability
to think clearly.... and then Jean was moving away, taking her tongue
and lips away from Rachel's cunt and before the red-head knew what she
was doing she cried out a wordless groan of denial.
Jean wiped her lips and grinned up at Rachel's nude body as she
saw her captive realize what she had done, sagging visibly as her face
blushed terribly.
"Tell me you want me to continue, baby," Jean said with
a smile,"And Momma will bring you pleasure like you've never known."
The words should have cleared Rachel's head, disgust and contempt
over-riding momentary lust. But instead the taboo nature of what was
being suggested to her appealed to something dark and primal in Rachel
Summers.
- It's all a story, Rachel, even though it's all happening now and
is real for you, it's all make-believe. That's the paradox, but remember
it, because when times are tough, when you're feeling low, just remember
it's all a story! -
The strangers words echoed through her mind once again and somehow
that made it all right, everything was okay, because even though it was
real and it was happening, it was all just a story and didn't matter.
"Please," she whispered, releasing herself to lust,"Please lick
my pussy, eat me out Jean."
"What kind of mother would I be if I didn't!" chuckled Jean, and
lowered her face down into Rachel's crotch, nuzzling her shaven cunt-lips
and light rectangle of red pubic hair.
Without even realizing it, Rachel's hands and legs had been
freed of their manacles, which had disappeared at the same time she'd
begged Jean to eat her out. Now, without even thinking about it, Rachel
reached down and grabbed the sides of Jean's head, attempting to push her
lover's face firmer against her cunt.
Jean grinned, kissing more firmly, pressing down harder as she
slipped her tongue between Rachel's cunt-lips, opening them up and running
her tongue up and down. She alternated between broad, sweeping strokes
of her tongue up running thickly up between Rachel's cunt-lips, followed
by quick, probing thrusts of her tongue in and out of the red-heads
hot pussy before sucking sharply on her clitoris for a few moments, then
returning to making broad, sharp strokes through her cunt.
As she did this, Jean reached around to cup Rachel's firm buttocks,
using them to pull herself more firmly against her crotch, increasing
the pleasure for Rachel, who gasped in pleasure, her minds protests
becoming weaker and weaker as she was orally pleasured by a woman she
had always thought of as mother.
Jean began tongue fucking Rachel, making her tongue into a rock
hard, smaller version of a cock, fucking it in and out of Rachel's tight,
shaven pussy again and again, twisting and turning it like no penis
could, driving Rachel absolutely wild with pleasure.
"Oh... UGH! Oh yes! No! Ohyesno!" gasped Rachel, the last vestiges
of her protests fading away, washed away by a tide of lust as Jean Grey
ate her out,"Oh fucking me.... uhhhhh, my clit.... oh please my....."
Most of what she said was incoherent, but as both were telepaths
it was easy for Jean to know what it took to get Rachel going and supply
it to her, along with the odd tweaking of her mental g-spots to speed
things along.
With a grin, Pheonix pulled her mouth off of Rachel's cunt and
spread the other red-heads shaven pussy-lips slowly apart with her fingers,
exposing the erect clitoris. She lowered her head and cheekily flicked
lightly at it with the tip of her tongue, causing Rachel to moan in
ecstasy, her body shuddering.
"Don't be scared, darling," chuckled Jean,"You can cum for Mommy."
The words no longer bothered Rachel, nor did the identity of the
woman eating her out. Nothing mattered to her but pleasure now and she
was beginning to hump her crotch up into Jean's face, hands cupping the
back of Jean's head to feed her her pussy.
Jean had made a small O with her mouth and taken Rachel's clit into
it, sucking on it gently as the other girl cried out in pleasure. Jean
fondled Rachel's tight, contracting ass-cheeks as she sucked on the other
girl's clitoris, moving her head in time to Rachel's bucking, humping
movements as she ground her crotch into her mother's face.
Despite being Rachel's 'mother', Jean was only slightly older than
Rachel, of an age when both their bodies remained tight and firm without
benefit of clothing, creams, surgery or silicon. So it was an incredibly
erotic sight that would greet any lucky enough to be peeking in on the
scene. Jean cupping one of Rachel's ass-cheeks as she sucked on her
clitoris, her other hand now down between her own legs, sliding in and
out of her own cunt as Rachel humped and fucked her cunt against Jean's
face.
Rachel's breathing was becoming ragged, speeding up in time with
the thrusting of her crotch and the fucking of Jean's tongue, which was
once again slamming in and out of her shaven pussy. The second woman
to be known as Pheonix released the first's head and began to thrust and
twist her fingers in and out of her own pussy, joined by Jean's fingers
too as she pulled her tongue out of Rachel's cunt and stood herself up.
Rachel and Jean, 'mother' and 'daughter', stood fingering Rachel's
cunt before Jean moved her mouth down to Rachel's large breasts and began
to lightly flick at her erect nipples with her tongue. She pulled one of
her hands free of Rachel's sopping, juicy cunt and ran it up over her
toned waist, coming up under her breast and circling around the nipple in
ever declining circles as her mouth lifted to Rachel's own, kissing her
'daughter' with what was definitely more than maternal love.
Somehow the two embracing woman found themselves on the floor,
they had fallen back through air that seemed thick and soft, slowing their
descent. Even the hard stone of the floor seemed soft and yielding to
them as they lay on the ground, tongues sliding in and out between each
other's lips, breasts pressing together as their thighs rode over their
hot, yearning cunts.
"Eat me," whispered Jean into Rachel's ear, then spun herself
around so her crotch was directly above Rachel's face,"Eat me out baby,
I'll return the favor."
Jean dropped her mouth to Rachel's cunt, sucking firmly on her
shaven pussy as Rachel moaned lowly, biting at her lower lip before she
finally reached up and cupped Jean's firm ass-cheeks, pulling the red
head's crotch against her own face, sucking with rough, but undeniably
talented, use of her mouth and tongue.
"Oh that's it, baby!" laughed Jean wildly before once again
burying her face into Rachel's lap, burrowing into Rachel Summer's cunt,
nose pressing against her clit, making the other woman buck and thrust
her hips up and down, crying out in pleasure before once again plunging her
own face into Jean's pussy.
The two beautiful red-heads lay on the stone floor, licking and
sucking each other, Rachel's gripping Jean's buttocks tightly, lightly
squeezing them as Jean pressed fingers into her 'daughters' cunt beside
her fingers, fucking Rachel with tongue and fingers.
It was all too much for Rachel, her surrender, the taboo nature
of her lover, who was not only a woman but her mother, the feeling of
tongue and fingers sliding in and out of her cunt, her breasts firmly
pressed against the other woman's stomach, feeling Jean's breasts pressing
into Rachel's own stomach, it pushed her over the edge and she came, hard.
Jean squealed with delight and pressed her face firmly against
Rachel's cunt, grinding her face around Rachel's crotch, sucking up her
flowing cunt-cream, chin moving up and down as she gobbled up the juices,
stimulating Rachel's clitoris as the other woman threw her head back
and screamed in pleasure.
Jean's own juices had begun running copiously down from her
pussy, and Rachel recovered enough to spot the lewd sight and instantly
know what she wanted. Her head lifted up, clutching the other woman's
ass-cheeks as she began lapping up Jean's juices as the other woman hungrily
ate out Rachel's cunt.
When Rachel's pussy-juices finally slowed to a trickle, Jean
pulled her face clear and pushed her ass back, grinding her crotch over
Rachel's face before spinning around and getting onto her knees
between Rachel's outspread legs.
Rachel lay there, panting and moaning for breath, face flushed
with sexual satisfaction. Jean grinned down at the erotic sight, watching
Rachel's large, firm breasts raising and falling rapidly, then lifted one
of her daughter's toned, firm legs up, bringing half her body up as well
before sliding her own legs around it, pressing her crotch against Rachel's.
"Wha... huh?" Rachel gasped.
"Momma's turn, darling," whispered Jean with a smile, then slowly,
carefully began to work her pussy up and down against Rachel's, their
legs scissored around each other.
Rachel arched her back and moaned with pleasure while Jean dropped
back onto her elbows and rolled her eyes back in her head, humping her
crotch against Rachel's, driving them both wild with pleasure. Quickly
Jean's humping, thrusting movements lost any sense of rhythm or timing
as her pleasure grew, her large breasts began to bounce wildly as her
hair flung about and the pool of juices between her and Rachel's legs
grew and grew.
With a loud moan Jean came, joined by Rachel a second later, and
both women were in a sexual frenzy, grinding each other's cunts together
as they squealed each other's names, as well as every obscenity their
lust-mad minds could dredge up.
Finally they slowed, both just lying there as they recovered from
the maddeningly liberating feel of sexual orgasm, taking deep and slow
breaths to get their strength back.
After a few minutes of enjoying the wet heat of Rachel's cunt
against her own, Jean pulled herself free and stood up, scooping up
the X-Men costume she had pulled off earlier.
"Good girl," she whispered, kissing a now contentedly sleeping
Rachel gently on the lips,"You made Mommy proud."
Standing up, her hair growing longer and her eyes
shifting slightly, taking on a cold amusement that would be alien to
anyone who knew Jean Grey, Madelyne Pryor turned and walked out the door. Leaving Rachel....
Leaving Rachel....
End Part 4 of 7.
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