#emmatriusfw

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The hot water cascaded down Jack's aching body, the werewolf lost in his thoughts...glad his ordeal was over. Lilith was out of his life, her minions dealt with...he had his life back, and a brand new castle, thanks to Elsa. Elsa...his best friend, his lover, his soulmate.

As if on cue he felt her arms slide around him, her chest pressing to his back, hands splaying over his abs as she pressed a kiss to his shoulder. Jack melted instantly, relaxing back into the redhead's welcoming embrace. He could never begin to thank her enough, to repay her...even now as her hands crept lower and lower, she continued to spoil him.

"Mh...Elsa..." he whispered, only to be shushed softly. His breath hitched, a jolt of pleasure shooting through his body as her slender fingers wrapped around his erect cock. He closed his eyes, resting his forehead against the cool tile of the shower wall as she stroked him, slow and tender, her cheek pressed flush against his muscular back.

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It was always nice whenever Satana found time to visit Johnny in his throne room. The King of Hell grinned when she entered, playing coy, insisting that the biker was sitting in her seat. It was their little game, one they had played often. A snap of his fingers and his clothes disappeared, his member already half erect at the sight of his wife.

"If it's your seat, perhaps you should come and claim it." he purred. 'Ana smirked, tossing back her stylish overcoat to reveal the silky lingerie she was wearing underneath. The half demon sauntered her way up to the king, turning to plant her bubble butt firmly on Johnny's lap.

He moaned for her, keeping his hands to himself for now, gripping the arm rests of his throne tight to resist grabbing her. 'Ana peered back over her shoulder, winking at her lover, swaying and rolling her hips slow and sensual, giving the king one hell of a lap dance.

Eventually Johnny gave in, slipping his arms around his wife, her back to his chest, hips still swiveling against his rock hard length as she rested against him. Johnny purred for her, kissing over the half demon's neck, hands exploring the succubus, drifting down to rub between her legs.

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Working with Marrow and X-Force had been way more fun than Flash was expecting. The duo hit it off, made for a great team...and the former soldier found himself drawn closer and closer to the prickly mutant. Between missions, during downtime, more and more, they made time to sneak off and have some fun. Today was no different....what was, however, was the surprise Sarah had brought with them.

He pinned them to the wall in some out of the way storage room on base. His lips claimed theirs hungrily, pawing at them, slipping a hand under their top to touch over their abs. Fingers raked lower, moving to their belt, lower to cup between their legs...only to find something long and hard pressed against their thigh. He pulled back to peer down at them quizzically...his hands working to flay open their pants, letting the realistic strap-on Marrow had been wearing spring free from it's confines.

Marrow chuckled huskily, Flash blushed at the sight of it. They had been making promises to peg him, to make him moan, to take the lead for a change. He didn't realize they were that set on it...and Flash was open to trying new things with them.

With a playful grin and wink, he dropped down to his knees before them. Marrow's magenta eyes were glued to the blonde, murmuring dirty words to him...all the things they wanted to do to the jock. Flash shivered, making sure they watched closely as he gripped their strap and stroked the cock. He brushed the tip over his lips, putting on a show for his partner.

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Leave it to Seraph to manage to find a way to make the outgoing Jack feel shy. He knew taking them on his overnight trip to the woods would get them feeling antsy...Seraph wasn't the outdoors type, even with the new camper they purchased to travel in, it was only a matter of time before Seraph got bored, and when Seraph got bored, they got handsy.

The shapeshifter had flayed their pants, and urged Jack to do the same. The punk complied, following their lead, both exposed, out in the middle of the forest. His back to the nearest tree, Jack stroked himself, watching as Seraph did the same.

"Someone might see us..." he murmured softly, heart pounding. It was unlikely...but the fear and thrill of getting caught like this was a nagging voice in the back of his head. Seraph laughed, their free hand lifting to press a finger to Jack's lips, shushing him.

The demon stepped closer, brushing their tip against his, the duo still stroking. Closer still, Seraph pressed their body to his, their hard cocks rubbing against one another, their lips pressing greedily to his. Jack's fears melted away, all that mattered in that moment was Seraph...his best friend, his lover, his partner. He kissed them back, hungry and deep, slipping a hand down to squeeze their ass, pulling their hips to his as he started to grind.

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He hated how easy he made it. He was supposed to be mad at the asshole, and yet...all it took was for Daimon to purr his name from across the room. He wouldn't look. No. If Dan looked, whatever he saw, he knew he'd fold and then Daimon would win.

He wouldn't.

Couldn't.

...Maybe just a peak?

He called his name again, and Danny glanced back. Oh that bastard.

His pants were flayed (not that the tight leather hid much to begin with) and Daimon was rubbing at his impressive hard-on, barely contained within the confines of his underwear. He was grinning. He knew he had him beat. The devil's son was a prick alright...and Danny was not immune to his crass charms. Nibbling his lip he looked from Daimon's bulge, up to his face, back down to the bulge, and finally, his face one last time.

"...Fucker." he grumbled, stepping his way towards the shirtless man. "Get it out."

His voice was an irritated command. He hated how easy he cave, but he could feel bad about it later.

"You're lucky I'm horny." he grumbled, kneeling down before the redhead, just as he set free his impressive size. Dan peered up at him, one hand grabbing his base, giving it a none too gentle of a squeeze.

"I'm still pissed at you, though." he reiterated, wanting him to know he wasn't letting go of this. "I swear to god if you grab my head I'll use teeth."

With those ground rules set, Danny pressed a kiss to his tip, suckling gently, parting his lips to take him into his waiting mouth. He glared up at the other man, shooting daggers at the half demon, his hand stroking over his base as he did his best to take more of him down his throat.

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"You work better when you're not stressed." Colt explained, as blunt as ever, seated beside the redhead on her couch. It was late, they had been working together long into the night, planning out a strategy for their next target. The former soldier could see it on the wealthy huntress' face...she was tired, she was irritated, and she was pent up.

His hand traveled down her body, undoing her belt buckle, easing down her fly. He did it slow, methodical, giving her time to stop him if she didn't want this. She didn't stop him, though. She murmured a few curses under her breath, urged him on, relaxing back into her seat. The tension had been there between them, the playful barbs and sass and flirting...Colt made the first move, bold as it was, and Elsa happily accepted the attention she was about to receive.

"Relax." he whispered, pressed against her side. Bloodstone turned her head to peer into his eyes, green on blue...their lips were so close to touching, he could feel her breath on his skin. Colt's hand slipped down into her flayed pants, down the front of her panties.

"You really like the color orange, huh?" he teased, noticing the color of her underwear. It earned him a scoff, which soon melted into a pleased purr as his deft fingers worked themselves over her slick, wet folds. Elsa's hand came to rest on his chest, pawing, her face inching closer, seemingly begging for a kiss (but too proud to outright ask).

Colt leaned in, pressing his lips to hers, soft and eager as his hand worked her over. He massaged and caressed her, letting his fingers explore and tease. He took his time, wanting her to feel good, not wanting to rush her to climax. He meant what he said...she was stressed, but Elsa was also stubborn. She wouldn't take a break...and so long as he (literally) had her in the palm of his hand, he could get her to take a small rest and make the prickly redhead feel good.

"C'mon, Red." he cooed against her lips, brushing his fingertips across her sensitive clit, rubbing and ghosting across it gently, again and again before moving back to her folds.