Date: Sun, 16 Jul 2006 23:08:54 -0700 (PDT)
From: Charlie Boi <charlie.likes@yahoo.com>
Subject: X-Boy Chapter Three: Rendering

Disclaimer:

All usual standard disclaimers apply. X-Men and all other related elements
are properties of Marvel. This work is purely fanFICTION, and may also
contain sexual situations of the homosexual nature, not suitable for
minors. Any storyline not true to the Marvel original is only made up by
the author's non-comic book aficionado imagination. This includes sexual
orientations. Any remote resemblance to real life, or any other fanfiction,
is entirely coincidental. No pretenses, insinuations, infringement, or any
other legal issues intended nor desired. Consider yourself warned.

Writer's Note:

For those who always feel compelled to provide feedback, whether positive
or negative, you may e-mail me at: charlie.likes@yahoo.com.

This is my first story... ever.
Be nice, dudes!

***
Legend:

" " -- spoken conversation
{ } -- telepathic conversation
***

Chapter Three:
Rendering

Beau felt himself floating around in complete nothingness. His body felt so
weightless. Where was he? Is he dreaming? He opened his eyes, and found
that he could only stretch his lids halfway. He tried to look around. His
body didn't respond. From what he can see, though, there was nothing. He
was floating around in an endless black void. He slowly brought his hand to
his face. Weird. For some unknown reason, he can see himself despite the
darkness of his surroundings. He tried to process his thoughts. This might
be a mutant attack, after all. He has to defend himself... But he
can't. His mind just felt weak and drained. He closed his half-opened
eyes. Even the small act of blinking was making his body ache. God, what
was happening to him?

He felt his body floating forward. He was moving? Since when was he moving?
He started to feel a light wind gently caressing his cheeks. It felt
wonderful. So he was moving. But where was he headed? He reached out a
hand, and all of a sudden, he saw it. A small dot of light. He blinked a
few times. Yes, there was definitely a dot of light. And he was reaching
out for it. Oh God! Is he dead?! People always said that when you die, you
go through a tunnel headed towards a light. He abruptly pulled his hand
back. The light was inching its way toward him. It was growing. No! He
can't die yet, he was too young! There was so much he hasn't done yet, why
must he die now? The light grew and grew. He tried to swim away from it,
but felt his body was frozen in place. His eyes opened wide as the light
finally engulfed his body. Oh, God... no...

***

With a sharp intake of breath, Beau sat bolt upright. He looked up and
found white fluorescent lights glaring above him. He was on a bed. He
looked around. He was in a room, and it was dark except for the light above
him. He looked down and found himself wearing a hospital gown. He lifted
his arm and it was rigged to some sort of hospital machine. So he's in a
hospital? Does that mean he's alive? Why was he in a hospital?

Suddenly, bits of yesterday's events started coming back to his memory. Was
it even yesterday? He didn't even know what day or time it was. He placed
his head in his hands. Everything was still a blur. He was being
assessed. He fought with the staff and junior team. He was in so much pain
then, because of Dugray's power. And he remembered how he felt like he was
dying, and just wanted to let all that pain out. And
then... nothing. That's probably when he blacked out.

A small beeping sound made Beau turn his head to his right. Oh, so he
wasn't alone after all. He looked closely at the person lying on the
bed. Oh God, Dugray!

He stood up, ripping the tubes that rigged him to a life support machine in
the process. Pain coursed through his nerves, but he didn't care. He had to
see if Dugray was okay, and dashed towards Dugray's bed. He seems to be in
a coma. Shit! Was this his fault?

Beau: "I'm so, so sorry..." It was a barely audible whisper. He took
Dugray's hand in his. "Please wake up, please..."

There was no response. He looked at Dugray's handsome face. It seemed so
peaceful. He couldn't see his hair, and he realized that his head was
heavily bandaged. He had some bruises and burns on his face and arms as
well. Oh, God, what had he done?

He took Dugray's left hand in his. He gave it a squeeze, hoping he would
squeeze back. He still didn't get a response. He looked around for his
tarot cards, and found them on the bedside table. He summoned them
mentally, and the deck floated towards him. The top card lifted itself, and
handed itself in Beau's open palm. Sure enough, it was the `Healing Light'
card, almost as if the deck knew what Beau needed. By now, Beau was used to
his deck almost having a mind of its own by now. All that mattered was to
heal Dugray. He tightly clutched Dugray's hand in his palm that held the
healing card, and just... prayed.

Beau: {Please, wake up. Please wake up...} He tried to concentrate, but
found himself still weak, almost incapable of using his powers. Yet, he
held on tight. His eyes remained closed, and he didn't see the sparkling
golden globules of light emanate from their clasped hands, miraculously
erasing Dugray's bruises. But the simple act was quickly draining Beau of
what little energy he had left, and didn't even realize he had started
falling fast asleep.

***

Bright fluorescent lights filtered through Dugray's eyelashes, as he slowly
fluttered his eyes open. He immediately realized he had a splitting
headache. He tried to lift his hand to caress his pounding head, but
realized that it was immobile. He lifted himself on his right elbow, and
found, to his most pleasant surprise, a sleeping Beau clutching his right
hand in a tight grip. Christ, even in his sleep, he's stunning. He reached
over, and brushed his shaggy jet black hair away from his face.

Dugray: "Why won't you love me, Beau?" He whispered softly to his sleeping
friend, as he tried to force their painful history to the back of his
head. He noticed the tarot card between their clasped hands, and pried it
off. The label said `Healing Light'. So Beau must have healed him, he
concluded. He smiled, and started stroking Beau's soft, shiny hair, and
just sat there in silence. Beau needed a haircut, he realized. Then again,
Beau always liked his hair a little longish. God, he missed Beau so
much. After a few minutes, Beau stirred.

Beau: "...unh... Hey, you're finally awake." His voice was a hoarse
whisper. "I'm glad to see you're all better."

Dugray: "I think I have you to thank for that." He pointed out the card in
Beau's hand.

Beau: "Naw, it was my fault anyway..." He suddenly looked concerned. "I'm
sorry, by the way."

Dugray: "Hey, don't be." He stroked Beau's right cheek delicately. "It was
as much my fault as it was yours. I shouldn't have pushed too hard. I was
the one who messed up, not you. It was stupid of me, and I'm sorry." Beau
looked at him relieved.

Beau: "Okay, then let's just say we're even, and forget about it. Deal?"

Dugray: "Deal." His smile was infectious, and Beau smiled too.

Beau: "So, uh, do you have any idea what time it is?"

Dugray: "Not a clue, but I'm feeling dead hungry."

Beau: "Me too. Wanna grab something from the kitchens?"

Dugray: "Yeah."

Beau: "Let's go, then." And with that, Beau summoned his `Transference'
card and teleported their still hospital-gowned selves to the kitchens.

***

After their late meal, they each retired to their individual bedrooms. They
had found out that it had been three days since the assessment, and that it
was now only a little after midnight and after realizing that, their
over-satiated selves both decided a good nap might be just what they need
next.

Beau changed into his favorite sleeping attire of black silk boxer shorts,
then lay down on his bed. He wasn't really sure he'd be able to fall to
sleep at all, coming from a three-day coma, but he knew Dugray should get
some more rest, which is why he suggestively insisted they go to sleep
instead of hang out. Beau just closed his eyes and tried. He tossed and
turned in his bed a great deal, simply because his mind knew he was wide
awake. He kept trying, though, and pretty soon found himself in a deep
slumber.

In his sleep, he had started to dream. This dream felt different than his
normal dreams. It felt like it was real. Of course, as with all dreams, one
normally doesn't realize he's dreaming until he's woken up. But, as already
mentioned, this was no ordinary dream. Beau really felt like it was
happening. In the dream he was in a furious rage with someone, and they
were in an intense combat. He felt this undeniable wrath coursing through
his whole body, as if he had been unjustly accused by the person he was
fighting with, who also seemed very, very familiar. Unfortunately, the
shadows in his mind obscured his combatant's face from view. He couldn't
explain it, though, but Beau felt that this person was close to him, and
that there was a certain level of guilt he was feeling, telling him that he
shouldn't be fighting with this person. Somehow, it just felt wrong. As he
pondered more about it, he felt himself losing. And with the climax of
their heated battle, Beau found himself falling helplessly to a
never-ending abyss.

As his senses were in a heightened state, Beau had subconsciously activated
his powers, and with the aid of his `Molecular Phasing' card, he went right
through his bed, then the floor, and the ceiling beneath, all the way down
to the room below, as he endlessly fell in his dreaming mind. A loud
*thump* broke his fall shortly thereafter, finally waking Beau out of his
dream, as his free-falling body finally collided with a solid body lying on
the plush bed directly beneath his own one floor above. They both startled
each other upon impact.

Body on Bed: "Are you okay, chere? What are you doin' here?"

Beau: "...Unh... where am I?"  He was still pretty shaken up, and
unsteadily propped himself on his elbows and arms. As he lifted his face,
finally regaining his senses, he came face to face with the surprised look
of one of his seniors. His face mirrored the man's expression, as he racked
his brain to remember who this guy was.

Body on Bed: "Well... you're in my room, chere." As if sensing Beau's
discomfort, he slightly raised his hand and formally introduced
himself. "Remy LeBeau. Glad to be of service." He snickered, obviously
indicating his breaking Beau's fall. Beau awkwardly took Remy's hand with
his own.

Beau: "Uh, Beau Murdock. Sorry for barging in on you like this,
Mr. LeBeau."

Remy: "Remy's okay, chere."

Beau: "Um, okay, Remy." Geez, why does he keep calling Beau that? "I, uh, I
was dreaming of falling, and, I guess, I literally fell through the
ceiling..." He trailed off, not knowing what to say anymore. He felt heat
immediately color his cheeks. God, this was so embarrassing!

Remy: "Damn, and here I thought you were a gift from the heavens. Hehe..."
Okay, so it was a cheesy pick-up line, but Beau still blushed more
furiously at it. Probably due to that sexy and husky French slur Remy coats
his speech with, making him even more rugged and just adding to his sexy,
bad boy vibe. "Are you alright, though? You're lookin' a little flushed."

Beau: "Aside from extremely embarrassed, I'm fine. I just have a little
pain in my stomach area, like something hard is poking... Oh!" Beau
exclaimed as he glanced down, and saw the `little pain' he was feeling was
caused by Remy's hard, well-lubricated, eleven-inch cock wedged between
their stomachs. Beau quickly jumped off of Remy, apologizing profusely as
he did so. Remy must have been relieving junior when Beau landed squarely
on it.

Remy: *laugh* "Yeah, you did kinda catch me at a wrong time," he winked at
Beau, "pretty boy."

Beau was just wondering what Remy's wink had meant when realization dawned
on him. It was Remy. The guy who Beau telepathically heard call him pretty
right before the assessment. The shock must have reflected in Beau's
widened eyes quite obviously, as Remy laughed. Man, his laugh sure was sexy
as hell. It was all low and manly. God, everything about this guy just
screams `rugged'. From his devilishly good looks, to his equally devilish
personality, he was all raw male sex appeal. And the idea that he was
hinting that he might possibly like Beau back, just made Beau crush on him
even more. He took in his senior's physique. He had long reddish-brown
hair.  His body was ripped and contoured with pure, sinewy muscle. His
handsome features were always topped off with a sly, naughty
grin. Definitely a bad boy, Beau thought. Shit! He was checking out his
senior. At these thoughts, he felt himself harden uncontrollably to full
mast. He remembered that he only had on flimsy boxer shorts, and its thin
material would provide very little coverage. He quickly tried to hide his
rapidly growing erection with his hands, willing it down the best he
could. Unfortunately, Remy had already taken notice of his visitor's
growing member, poking its glossy mushroom head out its master's boxers'
leg. And as Beau quickly put a hand over the exposed flesh, he was unable
to stop it from throbbing, and it pulsed; its now full nine-inch length
bobbing itself up, then down, as if it was alive and inviting its audience,
even for just a quick touch. Remy's grin broadened.

Remy: "You sure you were only dreaming of falling, mon ami? `Cause your
cock there seems unnaturally boned for someone who was having a bad dream."
Beau was now completely red all over from blushing so hard. "You look so
cute when you blush, chere, did you know?" He laughed, and a smirk now
seems plastered on his face. God! Beau so wanted to swipe that off his
face. And that irritating laugh! How could his senior be enjoying his
embarrassing predicament like that?

Beau decided he was going to give Remy a scowl. He knew picking a fight
with a senior would be sanctioned with disciplinary measures, so a scowl
should at least be enough to tell him that what he's doing to Beau is not
appreciated. He tilted his head to Remy's, and was shocked as he suddenly
felt strong hands clasp his head on both sides, immobilizing it. He was now
looking directly at Remy's face, the smirk, gone, only to be replaced by
this serious and determined expression. They were so close that Beau could
already see his shocked expression reflected on Remy's eyes. His eyes, Beau
didn't notice before but they weren't regular ones. They were black and
red. He wanted to know why, but right now, all he could think of was how
these intense eyes were piercing their way in, all the way down to his very
core. He didn't know what was going on, but somehow couldn't bring himself
to object to this sexy, sexy man, as he forced himself in on Beaus personal
space.

Then it became too late. Soft, luscious lips mashed hard against Beau's in
a passionate, unrelenting kiss. His warm experienced hands, expertly roamed
Beau's backside. Beau desperately opened his lips to protest, but Remy's
strong tongue just took it as an opportunity to meet and battle with
his. Beau's head was swimming as his senior's kiss seduced all his
inhibitions away. His last attempt at an objection only came out in a low
moan, which Remy gladly took as invitation to deepen his kiss more. Remy's
tongue rolled against Beau's and explored the inner recesses of his
mouth. He was so good, Beau just allowed the kiss to take over his mind,
and allowed himself to return the never-ending kiss. Remy slowly laid Beau
back onto the bed, and started nibbling at his neck, loving and caressing,
gently suckling and nipping at Beau's baby soft, smooth, and hairless skin.

Remy: "You have the most beautiful skin, mah cherie. And your angelic
face... Hell, you're even prettier than all the girlfriends I had growing
up..." He continued suction, and Beau quietly prayed it doesn't leave a
mark.

Beau: "Yeah, right. I bet you say that to a lot of people." Beau whispered
back, but actually found his hands grasping his shoulders in an
affectionate squeeze. Emotions were running high inside Beau, as Remy did
overwhelmingly good things to his longing body. Remy's lips found their way
to Beau's nipples, while his hands found their way to Beau's boxers. As his
mouth caressed Beau's already pert nipples alternately, his hands
seductively removed Beau's silk boxers. Remy continued to caress Beau's
sensitive thighs, and as he felt Beau shudder with pleasure underneath, he
worked his hungry mouth down Beau's abs, traveling along all the ridges,
until they found Beau's neatly trimmed pubic bush. Beau closed his eyes,
awaiting the descent of Remy's expert mouth on his aching dick... but it
didn't come. Instead, Remy's mouth returned to his nipples, pleasuring them
the same way he did before. He was teasing Beau.

Beau pushed Remy down, desperately longing to experience the feeling of
Remy's wonderful mouth on his painfully throbbing cock. His lips stopped on
Beau's abs again, and Beau impatiently squirmed under his
ministrations. Remy looked up and gave Beau his irritating smirk before
plunging his tongue in Beau's navel. As Beau gasped, Remy took both his
hands and grabbed Beau's pulsating tool in a firm squeeze. The sensations
Beau felt took him by surprise, and pre-cum flowed from Beau's eager piss
slit and quickly lubricated his cock and Remy`s hands. Remy went back up
and kissed Beau again with wanton need, and very slowly stroked Beau's
oozing love-pole. Beau was moaning now, as he felt Remy's wonderful
slippery hand stroke and smother his entirety with his own slippery
juices. Remy's mouth left his as they traveled down his body, straight to
his inner thighs, his wet sloppy kisses eliciting small gasps and moans
from Beau. His right hand continued to stroke Beau's pulsating cock with
ridiculous slowness, driving Beau wild with anticipation. His left hand
found Beau's low-hanging balls and fondled them over and over, causing
Beau's dick to spasm out more steady-flowing pre-cum. Beau was now
squirming on the bed from the pleasure he was already receiving, even when
he knew Remy had only just started. He wished Remy would just get it over
with. He then felt his mouth engulf his balls, and as an audible girly gasp
escaped his lips, Remy's smirking lips left again to wander off some other
erogenous place on his body Beau didn't even know existed. God, he was
driving Beau crazy!

Beau: "Oh, for God's sake! Just suck it already!"  Remy stopped and looked
up at the exasperated Beau. The deep, hungry look in his gray eyes caused
Remy's mouth to automatically curve up to that irritating grin of
his. "Please..." And with that, Remy dove in and engulfed all of Beau's
nine inches.

Beau: "Oh, fuck!"

Remy's expert mouth worked its way up and down the throbbing member, and
then sucked it all the way to the top. His right hand squeezed the base of
his Beau's cock, as his left played roughly with his balls. A single drop
of clear pre-cum escaped from the piss slit, which Remy tenderly kissed. He
then used the added lubrication to guide his unrelenting mouth down the
entire length of Beau's shaft again, his tongue making sure to savagely
massage the underside of Beau's cock. His lips clamped hard, pulling the
shaft's skin taut, as his head bobbed up and down, squeezing all the blood
into the pulsing veins, as his tongue traced over each and every one, his
saliva completely drenching the hot, engorged rod. This was just too
much. Remy was just too good, and after several more repetitions, Beau
found himself on the brink of orgasm.

Beau: "I'm going to cum..."

Instead of pulling back upon hearing Beau's warning, Remy deep-throated
Beau's now well-lubed cock, his throat muscles instantly squeezing on the
bulbous head and shaft. It was all Beau could take. With a hushed scream,
his dick grew to bursting, and he came in huge spurts of white seed down
Remy's throat. When Beau didn't seem to be stopping at the fourth
ejaculation, he worked his mouth to the head and sucked the life out of
Beau's spasming cock, savoring his fresh, hot cum in his mouth, sloshing it
around the still erupting head with his tongue. Beau had stopped cumming,
but Remy still worked the suction on Beau's softening dick. When it became
too sensitive, Remy let go with an audible pop, and gave Beau a long, hard
kiss, giving Beau a taste of his own cum.

Completely spent and satisfied, Beau just laid there with his eyes
closed. He suddenly realized that what they did was wrong. Remy was his
senior, and if this ever got out, especially with telepaths everywhere, the
repercussions would be too horrendous to fathom. Beau knew that he didn't
want this to go any further. But as he made up his mind, he suddenly felt
his legs get pulled up on Remy's shoulders and realized that Remy had
already moved on to the next event. He opened his eyes with a start to find
Remy's face brought down to meet his, as his fingers prodded and lubed
Beau's tight hole. Remy's loving smile started to fade as he saw the fear
in Beau's eyes.

Remy: "Relax, Beau..."

And before Beau could respond, he felt Remy's engorged mushroom head force
its way inside his puckered hole. Oh my God! His senior really was going to
fuck him with his monster dick. No, he didn't want this, this was wrong!
And he started squirming underneath Remy's weight.

Remy: "Beau, shh, shh... just relax, don't be scared. I promise the pain
will subside soon."

It actually wasn't Beau's first time, but Remy probably assumed it was. The
fear Beau was feeling wasn't because of the pain from taking his massive
rod, but from his past. He just wasn't sure he was ready for this again, at
least not yet. He realized he needed to get out of there.

Beau: "Please, Mr. LeBeau, please, don't do this. I-I don't want
this... Please, stop!"

Remy: "What? Why?" He slid his cock in steadily, even as he said it, inch
after steady inch, as if wanting to make sure Beau couldn't make a quick
getaway. "But I thought we were having fun?"

Beau: "Please, sir, I don't want this... I'm not ready."

Remy: "God, that's kinky, chere. Call me `Sir' again." He grimaced as he
forced another inch, making Beau gasp involuntarily. Remy dick was now
buried to the hilt and the fullness in Beau's ass was overwhelming, but it
brought with it painful memories of a past love gone wrong too, and Beau
just couldn't handle it. "God, Beau, you're so fuckin' tight. Cherry ass is
the best!" Remy had started a slow but steady pounding motion along Beau's
stretched ass. "C'mon, mon ami. Tell me you want it hard! Say it!" Beau let
out a whimper.

Beau: "Dammit Remy, I said stop!" To his surprise, Remy did stop. "Now, get
your monster out of there! I don't want this."

Remy: "Are you freakin' kiddin' me with this bullshit? No!" And he started
to pound Beau with merciless strokes. "What, you didn't think you could
leave me behind high and dry, did ya?"

Beau: "No, please! I'll blow you another time, just let me go for now." He
was now determined to use his powers on Remy if he didn't let him leave.

Remy: "I said, NO!!!" His breath was suddenly caught jagged from the effort
of his hard fucking, and pleasured moans emanated from his grunting lips,
as Beau's tightness continued to engulf his manhood. The pleasure just
overrode his senses, and clouded his judgment, as all he could focus on was
the sexual pleasure he was receiving from Beau's ass, regardless of his
protests.

Beau was adamant with his decision to use his powers now. He didn't want to
use them against his comrades, but it was going to be self-defense. All of
a sudden, Remy started fucking him the right way and his massive head and
shaft ran along his prostate, enveloping Beau in waves and waves of
pleasure, and he couldn't help but let himself moan. His dick started to
get aroused, and Remy definitely noticed the change.

Remy: "Huh, so you like that, eh? Hehe..." And with the sudden inspiration,
he quickened up his pace, grunting and moaning with the added pleasure.

Beau: "No, I don't!" He said, despite the huge cock lodged deeply in ass,
constantly murdering his prostate. He was now leaking pre-cum like a bad
faucet, as his body betrayed his mind. He tried to telekinetically flit him
away from his body, but found himself unable to do so. He felt drained,
every time he would try to activate his powers. He tried to summon his
cards... nothing. He was left defenseless and weak against Remy's massive
onslaught fucking. He tried again. Still nothing. His powers had stopped
working just when he needed them the most. He was rendered to a helpless
vegetable.

Remy: "Oh, God! You're so hot and tight chere... I fuckin' love your
ass..." And he intensified his fucking still. This time he would pull out
longer and thrust in deeper, long-dicking Beau. Beau writhed beneath the
guy who was raping his unwilling ass. He felt disgusted that his body is
succumbing to the hard fucking he was getting. And the truth was, it
probably would have been a great fuck had it been done in different
circumstances, and with mutual consent. He gasped out loud when Remy had
suddenly quickened his pace, as the bulbous head inexorably caused non-stop
friction over that one glorious spot, the one where it counted the
most. Beau was squirming around now, as pleasure continued to ravage him
wave after wave.

Beau: "Fuck, Remy, stop! Stop this now!" He tried to push him again, and
like before, his arms felt weak. His eyes welled with tears. What was wrong
with him? Remy smirked on top of him, his pace never wavering.

Remy: "You know for someone claiming he didn't want this, your dick sure
tells me otherwise." Beau then tried to push him out using his ass muscles,
but it only aroused Remy more. "Oh, baby, push out on me again, that felt
wonderful! Just hang in there, I'm almost done, Baby!" He threw his head
back and thrust himself deeper and deeper. He was definitely close.

Tears fell from Beau's eyes. Remy made him feel like a cheap whore, and he
was disgusted. Remy shifted, and again, his massive cock murdered his
prostate over and over. Beau's body was racked by uncontrollable waves of
pleasure again and again, and still he tried to push Remy off. All of a
sudden, he writhed and looked away in disgust as cum blasted from his cock,
hitting Remy in the chin, and showering Beau's face and chest with the rest
of his hot spunk. It was all Remy needed to explode himself. With one final
thrust, he let himself go in gallons inside Beau's hot, raw ass. With his
eleven-inch dong still lodged inside Beau, there was too much cum, and it
started to leak out.

Remy: "That was freaking awesome, chere. I love your hot, tight ass..." He
muttered, his breath hard and panting, and finally collapsed on top of
Beau.

But Beau just looked away. He was angry at Remy for making him feel
cheap. He was angry he didn't' respect his wishes and just continued to
relieve himself at his expense. And mostly, he was angry at himself, for
not being able to do anything, and allowing himself to get raped. Remy must
have sensed his thoughts from the way beau quietly sobbed below his heaving
form.

Remy: "Hey, What's the matter? It's not rape, Beau. We had sex, and it was
fuckin' fun. You and I both know you loved it." Beau sobbed
harder. "Fuck. You really are like a little girl, aren't you?"

This only angered Beau more, and pushed Remy's recovering body off of
him. To his surprise, his strength had returned, and he was able to
successfully throw Remy off the bed. He quickly got up and ran for the
door, cum dripping out of his used ass. Remy was angry too. He knows he's a
great fuck, and dammit, he really did feel for Beau. So what the hell went
wrong? He called out after Beau's retreating back.

Remy: "You came too, Beau! Don't you dare deny it!"

***

The Phoenix smiled. Paralyzing Beau's powers, and weakening his body, took
a lot out of her that she was almost completely drained. But it was worth
it. She had never felt anything like that before, being new to this world
and all. It was the most intense feeling ever. She knows she'll be addicted
for life, as even right now she's already missing that wonderful
sensation. She now has this burning passion and desire, an unstoppable
craving for that unbelievable high, for that wonderful emotion called
`orgasm'. It was now her drug. Thank God she suppressed Beau's powers to
the end, or she would've missed out on the orgasmic climax. Now that she
knows controlling Beau's body and powers is actually possible, granted,
very tasking since she is after all just another extension of those powers,
she now started to hatch a plan. But first, she needed to get her claws on
more orgasms. Her liberation can definitely wait for the price of that
emotion any day. After careful analysis of the recent sexual events, the
Phoenix figured out how she could get more orgasms: the prostate. Oh yeah,
it was definitely time to have some fun.