"Mystique, while I enjoy this," The professor spoke calmly, despite fucking the image of a young and fresh faced mutant girl, "I won't give you what you want."
"Won't you?" Kitty Pryde (as she appeared as a student) purred while bouncing on his cock.
"You seek to create a hybrid mutant by using the sperm of powerful mutant males."
"Mutation is carried in the father's DNA. With your psychic power, Cyclops' familial blasting abilities, and Wolverine's healing aspect I just require a little strength and a little speed to make the world's most perfect mutant. My child will not be powerful, they will be a God."
"One problem," Charles said, grimacing, "I can control my emissions psychically."
"Can you?"
Mystique morphed into a young girl with narrow hips and a small chest. A girl with blue skin. A girl that Charles Xavier had met a long time ago. A girl he had taken to bed, when he could still climb stairs. A girl he had mounted. A girl he had wanted to marry and raise a family with. A girl... he now filled with cum.
The young, flat-chested, coed smiled as she morphed back into her more adult and full figured form. Men were so easy to manipulate. |