Emma x Jeff
Emma Frost's diamond-hard skin gleamed under the flickering neon lights of the Yggsgard arena, her white corset hugging every curve of her voluptuous body like a second skin. The Marvel Rivals match raged on, explosions and gunfire echoing from the main chamber where her teammates Magneto barking orders, Namor unleashing tidal waves clashed with the enemy squad as an enemy spider-man web swung by. But Emma had slipped away, her telepathic senses zeroing in on a lone target: Jeff the Land Shark, that adorable little healer from the other side, waddling through a side corridor with his big puppy eyes and healing orbs at the ready. He was isolated, cut off from his team, and she intended to make him pay while taking away the enemy team's healer. Win win in her eyes!
She moved like a predator in stilettos, her hips swaying with lethal grace as she cornered him in a dimly lit storage room stacked with glowing crates. Jeff froze, his finned tail twitching nervously, those massive expressive eyes widening in panic. "Wah!" he whimpered in his cute, garbled voice, but Emma just smirked, her full lips curling as she shifted into her organic diamond form smooth, unbreakable, shimmering perfection. He dived to swim away but she lunged, faster than he could scamper, grabbing his plush body by the scruff and slamming him down onto the cold metal floor. “Oof!” He flailed his little paws, but he was no fighter; his healing bursts fizzled harmlessly against her impervious skin as the shark sprayed water on her.
"Awe, poor baby. No healing your team." Emma purred, her voice a sultry whisper laced with diamond-edged mockery. She straddled him in an instant, her thick, powerful thighs toned from years of mutant battles and high-kicks in designer heels clamping down around his squishy torso like a vice. Jeff's body was surprisingly resilient for a land shark, all blubber and bounce as he wiggled under her, before he went still beneath her. Trapped between Emma's legs, his snout inches from the sheer white fabric of her bodysuit crotch. She ground her hips down experimentally, feeling his warm, velvety muzzle press against her most intimate spot. The pressure sent an illicit thrill racing up her spine; god, he was so soft, like a living pillow begging to be used.
Jeff squirmed, his paws pushing futilely at her unyielding thighs, but Emma could read his mind like an open book of pure instinct, no malice, just confusion and a healer’s innate reluctance to painful harm. He wouldn't bite, wouldn't claw; he'd submit. Perfect. "That's right, pet," she cooed, reaching down to unzip the crotch of her suit with a slow, deliberate rasp. Cool arena air kissed her exposed pussy, already slick with anticipation from the dominance rush. Her folds were plump and pink, shaved smooth, clit peeking out swollen and eager. She lowered herself fully onto his face now, smothering his snout in her wet heat, her ass cheeks spreading over his plush cheeks.
“Waaa?!” Jeff's muffled squeak vibrated right against her clit, and Emma gasped, her diamond fingers digging into the floor for leverage as she rocked forward. His tongue long, flat, and surprisingly dexterous for a shark darted out instinctively, lapping at her dripping slit. "Oh fuck, yes," she moaned, eyes fluttering shut as waves of pleasure crashed through her. He licked like a desperate puppy, broad strokes from her puckered asshole up to her throbbing clit, slurping her juices with greedy enthusiasm. She could feel every ridge of his tongue rasping over her sensitive inner lips, parting them to delve inside her clenching hole, fucking her with wet, probing thrusts. Her thighs squeezed tighter, trapping him completely; his body wriggled beneath her, but his tongue never stopped, swirling circles around her clit that made her hips buck involuntarily.
In the background, the chaos of the match thundered on Psylocke's katana clashes ringing out, Jeff's teammate Groot roaring as roots splintered in the mission area, healing chimes from allies too far to notice their shark was missing. Unaware, oblivious, while Emma Frost claimed her victory in the filthiest way possible. She ground down harder, smearing her creamy arousal across his muzzle, his whiskers tickling her thighs as he panted hot breaths into her core. "Deeper, you little shark pup," she commanded, grabbing his dorsal fin and yanking his head up to bury his snout deeper. Jeff obeyed, his tongue plunging knuckle-deep into her sopping pussy, curling to stroke her G-spot while his nose nub bumped her clit rhythmically. "Mrrr!"
Emma's breaths came in sharp pants, her diamond breasts heaving in her corset as she rode his face like a throne. Juices gushed from her, soaking his fur, dripping down his neck to puddle on the floor. She reached back, fondling his underbelly where his shark cock surprisingly girthy for his size, pink and veined, had emerged from its pouch, throbbing hard against her calf. "Awe, my baby. Are you hard from eating my cunt," she taunted playfully, wrapping her manicured fingers around his shaft and stroking roughly. Jeff whined into her folds, the vibration making her walls flutter, and she pumped him faster, thumbing his flared tip slick with his own pre-cum. "RAWR!?” Jeff said out in a shock of pure pleasure
Her first orgasm built like a psychic storm, coiling tight in her belly. Jeff's tongue lashed relentlessly sucking her clit between invisible lips, then spearing her asshole with quick flicks that made her toes curl in her boots. "Fuck, fuck, yes! Don't stop Jeff!" she cried, her telepathic shields cracking as ecstasy ripped through her. She came hard, thighs quaking as she squirted onto his face, hot girl-cum flooding his mouth. He gulped it down eagerly while panting, tail thumping the floor, his cock twitching in her grip as ropes of shark semen spurted across her diamond skin, warm and sticky.
“Fffuck, good boy.” But Emma wasn't done. Panting, she shifted, lifting her ass just enough to guide his still-hard cock to her entrance. "Time to heal me from the inside, pet," she growled, sinking down onto him in one slick motion. His girth stretched her perfectly, filling her spasming pussy to the hilt, the textured ridges of his shark dick dragging against her walls. She bounced immediately, thighs flexing to lift and drop her full weight, her ass slapping wetly against his plush belly. Jeff's paws clutched at her hips, not fighting but holding on, his tongue lolling out to lap at her bouncing tits where she'd yanked her corset down, exposing her hard pink nipples.
The room filled with the obscene symphony of her moans, the squelch of her pussy devouring his cock, and the distant booms of the team fight. Wolverine's snarls, Storm's lightning cracks as neither side suspected their healer was balls-deep in the enemy telepath. Emma rode him mercilessly, grinding her clit against his pelvic fin, her diamond pussy clenching like a fist around his throbbing length. "Cum inside me, fill your mistress's womb my little shark," she demanded, nails raking near his gills. Jeff bucked up weakly, his second load erupting with a muffled howl, flooding her womb with thick, hot spurts that overflowed, trickling down his balls. “Woowoo!” He called out, his tongue hanging out in ecstasy
Emma chased her own peak, slamming down until stars burst behind her eyes, another orgasm shattering her walls milking him dry as she screamed his name into the void. She collapsed forward, still impaled, thighs locked around him possessively, his spent cock twitching inside her. The match's roar faded to victory cheers from her team; they'd won without her, but she'd claimed the sweetest prize. Jeff panted beneath her, eyes half-lidded in bliss, and Emma smirked, stroking his fin. "Good boy. Stay right there until I say.” She saw the small shark close his eyes and wiggle in a nod, until she heard a garbled noise that sounded a lot like “Yeah!” Licking her lips hungrily she wondered if he had 1 more round in that body of his~
