Chapter 117: A whole(three)some Night (R18)
**Isle of Serenity, Inside the Mansion of Carters**
Inside their bedroom, Ethan felt his heart quicken as Jean Grey and Anna Marie guided him toward the luxurious bed. The soft light from the room’s golden sconces reflected off their dresses—Jean radiant in deep crimson, Anna graceful in emerald green.
’Their asses sure look biteable in those dresses.’
"You think you can handle us both, Ethan?" Anna Marie’s voice was a low, Southern drawl that promised exquisite sin.
Her hips, sheathed in virginal green silk, swayed as she backed toward the massive bed, pulling him along. "All that pent-up frustration... weeks of nothing... we’re gonna make you fucking pay for that."
Jean Grey, a vision in deep crimson satin, matched her step for step. Her smile was a subtle, telepathic caress.
His mind was already a glorious open book to her, every filthy thought about their ’biteable’ asses in those wedding dresses echoing between them. "We have a lot of time to make up for, my love," she purred, her voice husky with intent.
They guided him to sit on the edge of the bed, the plush comforter dipping under his weight. In a fluid, practiced motion, Anna Marie settled onto his lap, her weight a delicious pressure on his already straining erection. The slick satin of her dress was a maddening barrier. "It was getting unbearable, wasn’t it, sugar?" she breathed against his lips.
Ethan’s hands found the lush curves of her hips, gripping the fabric. "For all of us. So many fucking weeks without even a single kiss from you or Jean... it was torture."
Before he could say more, Anna Marie’s mouth crashed onto his. It wasn’t a kiss; it was a claiming. Her tongue plunged past his lips, a hot, wet invasion that tasted of champagne and pure, unadulterated desire. He groaned into her, his fingers digging into the firm muscle of her ass, pulling her tighter against the hard length of him.
Jean watched for a moment, her own need a palpable heat in the room. Then she moved, leaning in to trail her lips along the column of Ethan’s throat, her teeth scraping his pulse point. A shudder ripped through him. He was surrounded, consumed by them and he liked... No loved it.
As Jean continued to taste his skin, her hand found Anna’s and guided it to the prominent bulge in his trousers.
Anna needed no further encouragement. Her fingers, clever and strong, worked his belt buckle, then the button of his slacks.
The zipper came down with a hushed, metallic sigh. She reached inside his boxers, her cool fingers wrapping around his hot, rigid cock. Fuck, he was thick and leaking already. She began to stroke him, her grip firm and perfect, her thumb smearing the bead of precum over his slick tip.
Ethan broke from Anna’s kiss with a gasp, his eyes locking with Jean’s. He saw the raw hunger there, a mirror of his own.
He pulled her to him, capturing her mouth with a ferocity that made her moan. He tasted of Anna and himself, a heady cocktail that sent a fresh wave of wetness between Jean’s legs.
His hands were everywhere. One moment they were tangled in Jean’s fiery red hair, the next they were pulling down the strap of her red dress, then cupping Anna’s breast through the green silk.
He was a man starved, and they were his feast.
With a growl, he yanked the top of Jean’s dress down, exposing her perfect, pale breasts. Her red lace bra was a flimsy obstacle; he tore it away without a second thought.
He bent his head, taking a taut, pink nipple into his mouth. He suckled hard, his tongue lashing the sensitive peak, drawing a sharp, ragged cry from her.
"Hmm- Ah- Yess-" Jean’s back arched, pushing her breast deeper into his mouth. "Don’t you fucking stop." Her hips began a slow, involuntary grind against his thigh.
Anna, meanwhile, had torn his shirt open, buttons pinging onto the floor. She lavished attention on his chest, her tongue tracing the lines of his abdomen, moving lower.
She freed his cock completely from his pants, her eyes widening at the sight. It was magnificent, throbbing, veins standing out in relief. She licked her lips. "Slurp-" She leaned forward, her pink tongue darting out to swirl around the glistening head. "Mmm, you taste so fucking good, Ethan."
Ethan fell back onto the bed, pulling Jean with him. In one smooth motion, he positioned her knees on either side of his head, lowering her dripping core onto his face.
The scent of her arousal, musky and sweet, filled his senses. He didn’t hesitate. His tongue plunged into her, a flat, firm stroke that made her shriek. He devoured her, his tongue fucking into her tight, wet heat, curling up to press insistently against that perfect, spongy spot inside her.
Jean’s hands fisted in the bedsheets. "Ohh-, Ethan!! Fuck!" Her hips moved, meeting each thrust of his tongue, riding his face with a desperation that shattered her usual composure.
Weeks without this... weeks without his mouth, his hands, his cock... it had been a special kind of hell. Now, she was going to drown in heaven.
While Ethan feasted on Jean, Anna took his cock deep into her mouth. She took him to the root, her throat stretching to accommodate his girth.
Her eyes slightly watered, but she pushed past the reflex, bobbing her head with a fierce intensity. "Slurp-~ Ummhh- Fuaaaa-" The filthy, wet sounds were a symphony. Her hand pumped the base of his shaft in time with her mouth, milking him.
"Hah, you’re doing so good, Anna. Take all of me, you fucking gorgeous queen," Ethan groaned, his voice muffled against Jean’s pussy. His right hand pushed Anna’s head down further, while his left gripped Jean’s ass, holding her in place as his tongue worked her over.
Watching Anna’s head move in his lap, seeing her lips stretched around his cock, sent a new jolt of need through Jean. She wanted that taste. She didn’t pulled herself off his face but turned, her body trembling, and leaned down, pulling his slick cock from Anna’s waiting mouth and taking it into her own.
Anna released him with a pop, smiling. "Ah, the famous 69. We never tried this as a trio." She didn’t mind. She’d had him all to herself for a blissful few minutes.
A silent, telepathic command from Jean flashed into Anna’s mind: ’His balls. Suck his fucking balls.’
Anna obediently shifted, her mouth closing over the heavy sac beneath his shaft. She sucked one, then the other, into her mouth, her tongue massaging them, coating them in her saliva.
Jean took him deep, her throat relaxing to accept his entire length. The sounds she made were obscene, sloppy, and utterly unlike her.
"Gwa- mmmhhhh-Fuaaa-" It was their wedding night. Grace and propriety were abandoned at the altar. All that remained was this raw, animalistic need to pleasure and be pleasured.
Their synergy was absolute, a perfect feedback loop of sensation. Ethan’s tongue redoubled its efforts on Jean, his pace becoming frantic. He was close. She could feel it.
Jean increased the suction on his cock, her hand stroking what she couldn’t take, and mentally urged Anna to do the same.
Ethan’s hands locked onto Jean’s ass, holding her prisoner as his tongue fucked her into a screaming, shuddering orgasm. Her climax triggered his. With a guttural roar into her core, he came, jets of hot cum flooding Jean’s mouth. She took it all, her cheeks puffing out with the volume of it.
When she finally pulled off, a satisfied smile on her cum-glazed lips, she saw Anna looking up at her with wide, pleading eyes. Jean leaned down and kissed her, sharing Ethan’s essence between them, their tongues mingling it with their own taste.
Ethan sat up, the sight of his two wives, his Marvel girl and his Rogue, kissing over his spilled seed making his spent cock twitch with renewed interest.
Jean was a masterpiece of debauchery, her red dress down around her waist, his cum dripping from her lips onto her exposed breasts. Anna, still mostly in her green dress, was licking her fingers clean with a look of pure ecstasy.
"I just made Jean come," he said, his voice rough. "And you both just wrecked me. We can’t have you left out, can we, Anna Marie? You can’t be the only one still fucking hungry."
He moved with a speed that belied his recent orgasm, pinning Anna’s wrists above her head on the bed. She gasped, her chest heaving against the pristine white of her dress. "Hah- then please, Ethan. Fuck me."
He grinned, a predatory flash of white. He shoved her dress up her thighs, hooked his fingers in the sides of her white lace panties, and tore them away. Her pink, glistening pussy was exposed, already swollen and ready. He positioned himself at her entrance, the broad head of his cock pressing against her slick folds.
"You want me to fill this tight little cunt, Anna?" he growled.
"Yes! God, yes, Ethan, please!"
He slammed into her in one brutal, perfect thrust, burying himself to the hilt. She cried out, her back arching off the bed. He set a punishing rhythm immediately, his hips pistoning, the sound of their bodies colliding echoing through the room—a wet, rhythmic slapping that was the only music they needed.
As he fucked into Anna, he reached for Jean, pulling her into a deep, cum-tasting kiss. He was everywhere at once, one hand groping Anna’s breast, the other squeezing Jean’s ass.
Anna’s moans became shrill, punctuating each drive of his hips. "Ethan, I’m so fucking close!"
"Hold on," he commanded, his pace becoming inhumanly fast. "I’m gonna feel you come on my cock."
It was too much. Her body seized, a sharp, silent scream on her lips as her orgasm ripped through her. Her inner muscles clenched around him like a fist, milking him, pulling another thick load from his balls. He came with a shout, pumping his release deep inside her, the hot rush prolonging her own convulsions.
Without even pulling out, he turned his head to Jean, his eyes burning with a fire that promised this was just the beginning. "Your turn, Mrs. Carter."
He withdrew from Anna’s quivering body and manhandled Jean onto her hands and knees, pushing her gorgeous, round ass high in the air. He positioned himself behind her, one hand on her hip, the other guiding his cock back to a wet, welcoming hole.
"He’s going to use me like he owns me," Jean thought, a thrill of sheer submission coursing through her.
He did. He drove into her from behind, each thrust a merciless claiming that stole the breath from her lungs. This was what she needed. What she had craved. To be taken, overwhelmed, conquered by the man she loved.
The bed rocked with the force of his movements. He leaned over her, capturing a nipple in his mouth, biting and sucking as he continued to pound into her. Jean could only chant his name, a broken prayer into the rumpled sheets. "Oh, Ethan! Ethan- Ethan-!"
He felt her walls begin to flutter and clench around him, the telltale sign of her impending climax. It spurred him on, his thrusts becoming a frenzied blur.
With a final, deep plunge, he sent her spiraling over the edge, her body convulsing around him. He followed her down, erupting inside her with a guttural moan, filling her just as completely as he had Anna.
He collapsed on top of her for a moment to give a quick kiss, then rolled, pulling them both into his arms.
His gaze found Anna, who was watching them, her eyes dark with renewed longing. He reached for her, pulling her close, and took a nipple into his mouth, his tongue circling the peak.
As he suckled, Jean, now recovered, nuzzled his back, her hands roaming his chest. She met Anna’s gaze over his shoulder.
"But Jean," Anna whispered, her voice breathless, "doesn’t it look like he’s overpowering us both with too much fucking ease?"
He was. He’d come three times and showed no sign of fatigue. His adaptive body was already craving more.
A wicked, shared smile passed between the women. A silent, telepathic plan formed. Tonight, they would break him. Or die trying.
Jean moved, hugging Ethan from behind, pressing his face into the soft valley of her breasts. Anna shifted in front, offering her own. Sandwiched between their softness, Ethan groaned in contentment, his hands coming up to knead their flesh.
"Alright, you magnificent bastard," Anna purred, her hand snaking down to stroke his once-again hard cock. "Let’s see how long that adaptation power really lasts."
Jean’s lips found his ear. "We’re not done with you, husband."
Their mouths descended on him, and the real games began.
Their plan was a synchronized assault. Jean’s mouth crashed down on his, her tongue plunging deep, tasting herself and Anna on him.
At the same moment, Anna took the head of his cock into her mouth, her warm, wet suction so immediate and perfect.
But this was no ordinary blowjob. A faint, familiar white aura shimmered around Anna’s fingertips as they traced his balls, and a jolt of pure, unfiltered life shot through him. She wasn’t just touching him; she was using cosmic power to increase his pleasure. He could feel his already staggering endurance multiplying, a fire igniting in every cell.
"Feel that, Ethan?" Jean’s thought was a smug caress. "We’re not just taking tonight. We’re building it."
Her own power joined the fray, a telepathic wave that didn’t just read his pleasure but amplified it.
"Fuck," he gasped, breaking the kiss with Jean, his head falling back against the pillows. "You’re fucking ganging up on me."
"Damn right we are, sugar," Anna murmured, coming up for air, her lips glistening. "You think you can just have a weddin’ night and not get properly broken in?"
Drunk on the dual assault, Ethan let instinct take over. He didn’t sit and used his own power, reflecting thier own sensations back at them tenfold.
And in one fluid, powerful motion, he surged forward, his arms hooking under Anna’s thighs and Jean’s waist. He stood from the bed, lifting both women as if they weighed nothing. They gasped in unison, a sound of pure shock and delight, wrapping their arms and legs around him for balance.
He carried them like that, a god with his prize, to the nearest wall. He pinned Anna against it first, the cool surface a stark contrast to her feverish skin.
He didn’t even bother with finesse. He guided his cock to her soaked entrance and drove into her with a single, claiming thrust that knocked the air from her lungs.
"Ethan!" she cried out, her head thudding back against the wall.
He fucked her like that, hard and deep, each slam of his hips echoing in the room. But he didn’t forget Jean. He turned his head, capturing her mouth in a sloppy, desperate kiss, letting her taste his exertion.
One hand remained on Anna’s hip, holding her steady for his pounding, while the other found the warm, slick heart of Jean, his fingers circling her clit with a frantic rhythm.
"I want to feel it all," Jean moaned into his mind, her own hips grinding against his hand. "Give me everything."
The room... shimmered. The air grew thick and heavy, the light from the lamps stretching into long, lazy beams. Time itself groaned under the weight of his concentration.
Outside their door, the world might have been moving at a normal pace, but inside their room, seconds stretched into few hours. He was giving them all the time in the world.
"You feel that, Anna... Jean?" he grunted, his voice raw. "That’s all for you. Hours of this. I’m gonna fuck you until you forget your own name."
His thrusts became a relentless, punishing rhythm. Anna could only moan, her eyes rolling back, her powerful legs locked around him like a vise. She was close, so close, her inner muscles fluttering around his invading length.
Then he felt Jean’s climax approaching through their psychic link, a brilliant, rising star. He pushed two fingers deep inside her, curling them, and bit down on her bottom lip.
That was all it took.
Jean screamed, a raw, telepathic wave of pleasure that crashed over all three of them.
Her orgasm triggered Anna’s. Anna’s body seized, her back arching violently off the wall as a guttural, broken cry was torn from her throat. Her pussy clamped down on him like a fist, milking him, demanding his release.
The pressure was too much. With a roar that was part triumph, part surrender, Ethan came, pumping his seed into Anna in hot, endless waves. The orgasm seemed to go on and on, stretched by the slowed time, a seemingly infinite moment of pure, unadulterated connection.
He stayed buried inside her, his forehead resting against her shoulder as the last shudders wracked their bodies.
Ethan gently lowered Anna’s trembling legs, his cock slipping from her with a wet, soft sound. He turned, still pinning Jean against the wall with his body, and kissed her, deep and slow, letting her taste the sweat on his lips.
He looked from Jean’s blissed-out, satisfied face to Anna’s, who was still gasping, her green eyes wide with the aftershocks.
A wicked grin spread across his face. The faintest crackle of electricity sparked around his fingertips and his dick as he trailed them down Jean’s side.
"My turn to gang up on you," he murmured, his voice dropping to a low, promising growl. "Who’s first?"
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Author’s Note:
Next Chapter will kick off the Omniversal Honeymoon Trip! 🎉
Ethan and his wives are finally heading out to explore different worlds together. I’ve already chosen the first universe they’ll visit—can you guess which one it is?
Drop your guesses in the comments below! 👇