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Flames danced across her vision, consuming everything in their path. The fire wasn't ordinary. It lived, it hungered, it sang to her with a voice both ancient and terrifyingly familiar. Madelyne felt herself dissolving into the cosmic inferno, her identity burning away like paper in a furnace.

She felt herself becoming… cosmic.

Mine, whispered the flame. You are mine.

The voice grew louder, more insistent, until it became a screaming chorus that tore through her consciousness. Her body temperature spiked impossibly high, her skin glowing from within as if her veins carried molten gold instead of blood.

Rise, commanded the Phoenix. Rise and burn.

Madelyne jerked awake with a strangled gasp, her body drenched in sweat. For a panicked moment, she expected to find herself ablaze, the bed reduced to cinders beneath her. Instead, cool morning light filtered through unfamiliar curtains, and the only heat came from the sunbeam stretching across her borrowed blankets.

Reality reasserted itself as she blinked away the nightmare. Last night, they had saved lives. They had extracted victims from Oscorp's twisted experiments. Walter Hardy was recovering. The other test subjects were safe. And she… she was just Madelyne Pryor, not Jean the Phoenix's vessel, not a destroyer of worlds. She had a seed, yes, but that was just that. A seed.

Madelyne was just a woman trying to build a life.

The sounds of domestic activity drifted through the partially open door. She could hear a quiet conversation, the clinking of dishes, and water running. Jessica's apartment. Her new home, at least temporarily.

Madelyne slipped from bed, running fingers through her sleep-tousled hair. She had chosen the black T-shirt she slept in partly for comfort and partly as another visual reminder that she wasn't Jean Grey. The red streaks in her hair had been a deliberate choice for the same reason, though now she wondered if she might enjoy them for their own sake.

When she padded into the kitchen, the scene that greeted her was unexpectedly domestic. Ben sat at the counter, looking pale and slightly unfocused. Jessica stood at the stove, stirring something that filled the apartment with a fragrant, herbal aroma.

"Good morning, sleepyhead," Jessica said, glancing over her shoulder. "There's coffee in the pot."

"Thanks," Madelyne replied, her voice still rough from sleep. "Is that tea I smell?"

"Special blend," Jessica confirmed. "For our feverish hero here. His grandpa sent me the recipe. Turns out genetic manipulation comes with a price."

Ben attempted a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "I would say it's worth it," he said, though the slight tremor in his hands suggested otherwise. "How'd you sleep?"

"Fine," Madelyne lied, pouring herself coffee. The dark liquid spilled into her mug, and she recalled that she preferred tea over coffee. Jean liked coffee. Not that she was going to complain about it to the kind people letting her crash here. "Is the fever serious?"

Jessica shook her head, her expression softening as she looked at Ben. "He's mostly fine. His temperature's only slightly elevated. Probably just his body recovering from the strain."

"The Omnitrix usually handles the hard stuff," Ben explained, accepting the steaming mug Jessica handed him. "But yesterday was... different. Thanks, Jess."

The casual intimacy between them struck Madelyne with unexpected force – the way Jessica's fingers lingered on his as she passed him the mug, the concerned glance she cast his way when she thought he wasn't looking, the easy rhythm of two people who had found their orbit around each other.

An adorable girlfriend he has, Madelyne thought, sipping her coffee to hide the sudden tightness in her throat. Makes sense why he doesn't see me that way.

Or didn't he? Hadn't he embraced Jean in the kitchen that morning? Hadn't there been something in his eyes when they'd talked in the library? And wasn't that girl Charmcaster his lover too, from what she'd gathered?

"Hello, earth to Madelyne," Jessica's voice broke through her thoughts. "You want breakfast? I'm not much of a cook, but I can manage eggs without poisoning anyone."

"I'd appreciate that," Madelyne replied, forcing a smile. "This is all still so... normal. In a good way."

Jessica arched an eyebrow. "Normal is a stretch for any apartment containing a guy who turns into aliens, a PI superhero, and a telepath with cosmic fire inside her."

"But the mundane parts," Madelyne clarified, gesturing to the coffee pot, the morning light, the sounds of traffic drifting through the window. "Breakfast. Morning conversations that don't involve world-ending threats. It's nice."

Ben chuckled, then winced as if the action had cost him. "Give it time. The world-ending threats have a way of finding me."

"Don't jinx us," Jessica warned, cracking eggs into a pan. "We've got enough on our plate with the Oscorp fallout. Trish is working her sources, but we need to stay ahead of Norman's damage control."

As Jessica cooked, she outlined the immediate challenges facing them – establishing Madelyne's legal identity, ensuring the safety of the Oscorp victims, leveraging the stolen data without exposing themselves to retaliation.

"Proffesor Charles already offered help with the identity documents, but Maddy denied his help. But if she's okay with it, I can ask Grandpa, he can help too." Ben offered. "Grandpa Max has connections through the Plumbers."

"And I've got a friend at the Hall of Records," Jessica added. "Between us, we should be able to create a paper trail that will hold up to scrutiny."

The conversation flowed easily as they ate, plans taking shape between bites of scrambled eggs and toast. For the first time in her short existence, Madelyne felt something like hope unfurling in her chest – not the desperate determination that had driven her through the procedure to remove Sinister's influence, but a quieter, steadier optimism.

This could work. She could build a life here.

Ben's phone chimed with an incoming message. He checked it, his expression shifting from casual interest to concern.

"Jubilee," he explained, scrolling through what appeared to be a lengthy text. "The Genosha opening ceremony is in three days."

"Despite your talk with the Professor?" Jessica asked, her fork pausing midway to her mouth.

Ben's jaw tightened. "Apparently. Xavier tried, but Magneto is too proud to postpone, even with what we uncovered. Well, I'm not surprised…"

Madelyne recalled the conversation from right before they left the school. Ben talked with the X-Men, where he explained what he and Jessica had discovered using his Greymatter form and her investigative skills. Rumors of anti-mutant extremists planning something during the ceremony. Whispers of sentinel technology being developed in secret facilities, which might be deployed in Genosha.

"Ugh. He did say he'd be more cautious, but this is supposed to remain between the stronger mutants. He doesn't want to scare the general population of Genosha." Ben continued, setting down his phone. "Additional security measures, stricter screening protocols. But the ceremony goes forward as planned."

"And you're still going," Jessica said. It wasn't a question.

Ben nodded, meeting her gaze. "I have to. If something happens, I need to be there."

The tension in the room thickened, an unspoken argument hovering just below the surface. Jessica pushed her plate away, her appetite apparently gone.

"So you're headed into potential danger, and I'm supposed to sit here watching the news for reports of disaster," she said, her voice deliberately level. "Sounds perfect."

"I've already explained things, Jess–"

"No, I get it. I'm not powerful enough to handle whatever might happen there. I'm a liability."

"That's not what I said," Ben protested, reaching for her hand.

Jessica withdrew it smoothly. "But it's what you meant."

Madelyne found herself in the uncomfortable position of witnessing an argument that felt intensely private. She focused intently on her coffee, trying to become invisible.

"I could go too," Jessica pressed. "You know I can handle myself."

"It's not about whether you can handle yourself," Ben said, frustration evident in his voice. "It's about the scale of what might happen. If they deploy Sentinels–"

"Then you'll need all the help you can get," Jessica finished.

Madelyne cleared her throat. "She should come," she said quietly.

Both turned to look at her, seemingly surprised she'd spoken.

"I'll look after her," Madelyne continued. "Between my abilities and your transformations, we can ensure her safety while benefiting from her skills."

Ben's eyes narrowed. "You know, what? If Jessica's not going because it's too dangerous, then you shouldn't be there either."

Madelyne laughed, the sound surprising even her. "You're nearly a decade younger than me, young man. Who's letting you order me around?"

The tension broke slightly as Ben's lips twitched toward a smile. "Your memories might be older, but you've existed for how long again? Call me uncle from now on."

"Semantics," Madelyne replied, leaning forward with a playful challenge in her eyes. "Besides, I've got cosmic fire inside me. I'm hardly defenseless."

The look that passed between them carried an electricity that made Jessica clear her throat pointedly.

"As fascinating as this debate is," Jessica interjected, "I can make my own decisions."

She paused, studying Ben's worried expression, then sighed. "But I'll listen to my sick little baby this time. I won't attend."

The relief on Ben's face was palpable. He crossed to Jessica, pressing a kiss to her cheek. "Thank you. I promise I'll be careful."

Jessica nodded, though the annoyance still lingered in her eyes. "You'd better be. And next time, don't assume I can't handle the big leagues."

As they reconciled, Madelyne felt a sharp pang of something she recognized as jealousy. The feeling bothered her – not just because it seemed petty, but because she wasn't sure which of them she was jealous of. Ben, with his easy confidence and remarkable abilities? Jessica, with her grounded strength and the clear affection Ben held for her?

Or was it simply their connection she envied, the natural understanding between two people who had chosen each other?

"So it's settled," Ben said, turning back to include Madelyne in the conversation. "Grandpa Max, Gwen, Madelyne, and I will attend the ceremony. Jessica stays here to coordinate with Trish on the Oscorp exposure."

Madelyne nodded, pushing aside her complicated emotions. "I should probably get some new clothes before then. I can't keep borrowing Jessica's."

"Shopping spree!" Jessica declared with forced enthusiasm. "One normal-girl activity, coming right up."

As they cleared breakfast dishes, Ben's phone chimed again. His expression darkened as he read the new message.

"What now?" Jessica asked.

"Charmcaster," he replied. "She's sensing unusual disturbances around Genosha. Says the energies are... wrong somehow. Yeah, that pretty much confirms it."

The implications were heavy. Madelyne felt a chill that had nothing to do with the temperature. The Phoenix seed within her stirred restlessly, responding to her unease.

"What kind of wrong?" she asked, already dreading the answer.

Ben looked up, his eyes meeting hers with grim understanding. "The kind that precedes extinction events."

The breakfast dishes were forgotten as they gathered around the phone, the brief moment of domestic tranquility shattered by the looming shadow of what awaited them in Genosha. As they discussed possibilities and plans, Madelyne couldn't shake the feeling that her nightmares might have been more prophetic than she wanted to admit.

The Phoenix stirred again, a whisper of flame in her consciousness.

Soon, it seemed to say. Soon.

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Night settled over New York, the city lights transforming into a galaxy of electric stars. I sat cross-legged on the bed in Jessica's spare room, shirtless in just a pair of sweatpants, with my phone's blue glow illuminating my face.

The room was sparse but comfortable. It had a queen bed, a nightstand with a lamp, and a window that framed the Manhattan skyline like a living painting.

Kai's texts had been a welcome distraction from the worries plaguing me.

Me: So what ancient curse are you dodging this week?

Furry Girl: Just boring cataloging work. Found Anasazi pottery fragments showing what might be a solar eclipse.

Me: Wow no way you're calling ancient pottery "boring". The chinese masters will be offended.

Furry Girl: We can't all fight aliens and mad scientists, Mr. Exciting

I smiled despite the heaviness in my mind. I didn't talk with Kai much, but whenever I did, it always grounded me. She pulled me back to earth when my mind spiraled into cosmic threats and world-ending scenarios. Her life on the reservation, connected to ancient traditions while dabbling in modern archaeology, seemed refreshingly normal compared to mine.

Me: Honestly, boring sounds pretty good right now

Her response took longer this time. When it came, I could almost hear her thoughtful tone through the text.

Furry Girl: Something's troubling you? I can feel it through the screen.

Me: Just some political thing this time, more than punching and blasting. You might have heard of it in the news? Mutant Nation opening ceremony in a few days.

Furry Girl: Hmm. Grandfather spoke of this yesterday. Said the mountain spirits are restless, paths converging where they shouldn't.

I stared at her message, sighing to myself. Navajo mysticism wasn't something I took lightly anymore, not since witnessing the Yenaldooshi and experiencing Blitzwolfer's transformation. Their traditions had ways of sensing disruptions in the natural order that science couldn't always explain.

Me: Any advice from the spirits on how to stop a massacre?

She vanished for a good minute. When she returned, her tone was different, like a shaman chanting prophecy.

Furry Girl: Stand between worlds, as you always have. Bridge what others would divide. The spirits see you, Ben Tennyson, walker of many paths.

Her cryptic wisdom hit closer to home than she could know. My unique position – human yet alien, outsider yet insider to both mutant politics and secret organization operations – gave me perspective others lacked. It also burdened me with knowledge I couldn't fully share.

I tossed my phone aside, rubbing my face with both hands.

Three days until Genosha's opening ceremony. Three days until Magneto proudly unveiled his mutant sanctuary to the world. Three days until what should be a celebration might become a slaughter.

I'd tried warning Xavier again, sent a carefully worded text about "automated threats" and "orbital weapons platforms" without revealing too much of my foreknowledge. His response had been polite but dismissive: We've increased security measures. Your concern is noted, but perhaps excessive.

The weight of responsibility pressed down on me. I wasn't just worried about myself. Gwen would be there, along with Grandpa Max. Now Madelyne too, with her unstable Phoenix seed. At least Jessica...

A twinge of guilt flashed through me at the thought of Jessica. I'd convinced her to stay behind, used her lack of cosmic-level powers as justification. But wasn't the truth more selfish? Wasn't I simply trying to protect someone I couldn't bear to lose, while at the same time, failing to stop millions of mutants from walking into the same danger?

Haah. When did my life get so complicated?

The roster of women who'd somehow become entwined with my life ran through my mind: Jessica, Gwen, Kai, Charmcaster, and now Madelyne. All of them were different, had their own strengths and weaknesses. I didn't want to lose any.

I flopped back on the bed, staring at the ceiling. The Omnitrix glowed faintly on my wrist in a steady pulse of green in the darkened room. Sometimes I wondered if Azmuth had foreseen this – not just the heroics, but the human complications that came with them. Or maybe he hadn't. That's why he sent it to a retired old Plumber.

A soft knock interrupted my thoughts.

"Come in," I called, sitting up and reaching for a t-shirt.

The door opened slowly, revealing Madelyne in an oversized t-shirt that hung to mid-thigh – one of mine, I realized with a raised eyebrow. I thought she and Jessisca went shopping earlier? Her red hair with its black streaks fell loose around her shoulders, and something in her expression stopped me from pulling on my shirt.

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"Sorry to bother you," she said quietly. "I can't sleep."

"Nightmares?" I asked, setting the shirt aside.

She nodded, hovering uncertainly in the doorway. "Can I...?"

"Of course." I patted the edge of the bed.

She crossed the room and sat beside me, her weight barely denting the mattress. Up close, I could see the faint shadows under her eyes, the slight tremble in her hands.

"Want to talk about it?" I asked.

Madelyne drew a shaky breath. "It was the Phoenix. Fire consuming everything. Genosha, the ceremony..." She paused, meeting my eyes. "You."

The directness of her gaze sent an unexpected heat through me. "...It's just anxiety," I said, though I wasn't entirely convinced. "With everything that's happened, your mind is processing fears. You just have a seed, not the entity itself."

"Maybe," she conceded. "Or maybe it's a warning. The Phoenix Force isn't just power, Ben. It's awareness. It exists outside linear time."

I took her hand, struck by how cold her fingers felt despite the Phoenix seed burning within her. "If it is a warning, then we're already taking precautions. I won't let anything happen to you, or anyone else at that ceremony."

Her lips curved in a sad smile. "Always the hero."

"Occupational hazard," I replied lightly, trying to ease her mood.

She squeezed my hand. "Thank you. Not just for this, but for everything. For seeing me when others saw only Jean's shadow. For helping me find myself."

The sincerity in her voice touched something deep within me. Here was a woman literally created to be someone else, fighting every day to carve out her own identity. Her struggle resonated with me somewhat. A man from another world.

"You never needed my help for that," I told her. "You were always your own person. I just pointed it out."

She leaned closer, her eyes searching mine. "You don't understand what that meant to me. After Sinister, Xavier, and Jean… after all that, to have someone look at me and see Madelyne..."

Her free hand came up to touch my face, fingers tracing my jawline with surprising tenderness. My breath caught in my throat as she closed the distance between us, her lips meeting mine in a tentative kiss.

I should have pulled away. I should have thought of Jessica in the other room, thought of the complications this would create here, thought of a dozen reasons why this was a bad idea. Instead, I found myself responding, my hand sliding to the back of her neck, drawing her closer.

The kiss deepened, her initial hesitance giving way to a hunger that matched my own. There was a desperation in the way she pressed against me, as if she were trying to prove her own existence through physical contact.

"Madelyne," I murmured against her lips, "are you sure about this? You know I'm a taken man. I can't bring myself to leave them…"

"I've never been more sure of anything," she whispered, her eyes fluttering open. "I want to feel real. I want to feel like me. Won't you help me?"

Something in her words broke through my remaining hesitation. I pulled her onto my lap, her legs straddling my hips as our mouths met again. The oversized shirt rode up her thighs, revealing she wore nothing underneath. My hands found her waist, then slid higher, feeling the smooth warmth of her skin.

She gasped when my palms cupped her breasts, her head falling back to expose the pale column of her throat. I trailed kisses down its length, feeling her pulse quicken beneath my lips.

"Ben," she breathed out, fingers tangling in my hair.

The sound of my name on her lips sent a jolt of desire through me. This wasn't Jean. This wasn't anyone's copy or shadow. This was Madelyne Pryor, unique and real and vibrant in my arms.

She tugged at the hem of the shirt, pulling it over her head in one fluid motion. My eyes focused. The sight of her naked body, pale and perfect in the city light filtering through the window, stole the breath from my lungs.

"You're so beautiful," I whispered, hands tracing the curves of her body with reverence.

She smiled, a flash of confidence replacing her earlier vulnerability. "Your turn," she said, tugging at my sweatpants.

I lifted my hips, helping her slide them down my legs. Her eyes widened slightly as she took in the sight of me, fully aroused and unashamed. Somehow my little Tennyson always earned that look.

"Well," she said with a mischievous smile, "the Omnitrix isn't the only impressive thing about you."

I laughed, pulling her down for another kiss. She shifted in my lap, the heat of her center pressing against my hardness. I groaned at the contact, my hands moving to her hips to guide her movements.

We were so lost in each other that neither of us heard the door open.

"I thought I heard– Oh."

Jessica's voice froze us both. Madelyne scrambled to cover herself, panic written across her face. I felt my heart plummet to my stomach as I met Jessica's eyes over Madelyne's shoulder.

"Well, this is awkward," I cleared my throat. She and I already talked about my other lovers, but… it was a whole entire thing to be caught like this in her house. "Jess, I can explain," I began, the words tumbling out.

But Jessica's expression wasn't what I expected. There was no rage nor betrayal, just a raised eyebrow and the ghost of a smile playing at her lips.

"It's okay," she said, closing the door behind her. "It was supposed to happen one day or another."

She moved further into the room, her eyes never leaving mine. "We did talk about this, Ben. About your... 'capacity' for multiple connections."

Madelyne looked between us, confusion evident on her face. "You're not angry?"

Jessica approached the bed, still fully dressed in sleep shorts and a tank top. "Well, I was at first. Ben and I already had this talk, and I accepted it. I'd be a hypocrite if I were still angry. I knew what I was getting into with him." She reached out, brushing a strand of hair from Madelyne's face. "And I can't blame him for being drawn to you."

The tension in the room shifted, transforming into something electric. Jessica's fingers lingered on Madelyne's cheek, then trailed down to her collarbone.

"If you two don't mind," Jessica said, her voice dropping to a husky whisper, "I'd like to join."

My mouth went dry as she pulled her tank top over her head, revealing her perfect breasts. Her eyes met mine, challenging and excited.

"Unless you'd rather I leave?" she asked, knowing full well what my answer would be.

"Stay," I managed, reaching for her. "Definitely stay."

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Big 2025 but we still need to put the threesome warning since somehow I got some readers specifically asking "Will there be yuri?? Will the girls touch each other when having sex with MC??" Answer is yes. How else is a threesome going to happen? Skip if that makes you uncomfortable. Everyone else, free to go on!

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Jessica's tank top hit the floor with a soft whisper, her skin glowing in the dim light filtering through the curtains. Ben's pulse hammered as she slid onto the bed, her movements deliberate, eyes locked on his.

Madelyne shifted slightly, her bare thighs brushing against Ben's hips, uncertainty flickering in her gaze but mingled with raw curiosity. The air was full of anticipation, charged like the moment before a storm breaks.

Jessica lunged like a hungry beast. She leaned in, capturing Ben's mouth in a fierce kiss, her fingers threading through his hair to pull him closer. Ben responded hungrily, one hand sliding up her back while the other stayed on Madelyne's waist, keeping her anchored in the intimacy.

Madelyne watched, breath catching, until Jessica broke away and turned to her, cupping her face gently.

"Relax, alright? You're safe here," Jessica murmured, her thumb tracing Madelyne's jaw. Then she closed the distance, pressing a soft kiss to Madelyne's lips. Madelyne tensed at first, surprise widening her eyes, but she melted into it, her hands tentatively exploring Jessica's shoulders. Ben understood that Jessica was trying to calm Maddy down. Without that kiss, she'd feel unsure and out of place.

Ben joined in, his mouth finding Madelyne's neck while Jessica claimed her lips again. He nipped at the sensitive skin, drawing a gasp from Madelyne that vibrated against Jessica's mouth.

Hands roamed freely now. Ben's fingers skimmed Madelyne's curves, teasing the swell of her breasts, while Jessica's trailed down Ben's chest, nails scraping lightly over his abs. The three of them tangled together in a mess of limbs and heated skin, breaths mingling in short, urgent bursts.

"See?" Jessica whispered against Madelyne's ear, her voice husky. "We don't mind. It's just how it is here. Feels good, doesn't it? Let him show you."

She guided Madelyne's hand to Ben's chest, encouraging her to explore, while she kissed along Ben's collarbone, her touch bold and teasing.

Madelyne's fingers trembled as they mapped Ben's muscles, her breath hitching when he captured her mouth again. The kiss built slowly, tongues dancing, while Jessica worked her way lower, peeling off her shorts and tossing them aside.

Naked now, she straddled Ben's thigh, grinding against his cock with intentional friction that made him groan into Madelyne's mouth. She loved the feeling of his monster twitching against her hungry pussy.

Ben broke the kiss, his hands roaming Madelyne's body with growing urgency. He cupped her breasts, thumbs circling her nipples until they hardened, drawing whimpers from her.

Jessica watched, her own arousal building, and leaned in to kiss Madelyne's shoulder, then her neck. She then whispered encouragements. "Touch him properly, Maddy. Feel how much he wants this. How much he wants you."

Madelyne's hand slid down Ben's abdomen, hesitating before wrapping around his grumbling cock. She stroked him tentatively at first, staring at the size she wasn't familiar with, then with more confidence as Jessica guided her rhythm, their fingers intertwining around the cock. Ben's head fell back, pleasure coiling tight in him.

Jessica smirked, her free hand slipping between Madelyne's thighs. "Looks like Ben isn't the only one excited… You're soaking already," she teased, fingers circling her clit with expert pressure.

"Mhm… I…" Madelyne moaned, arching into the touch, her strokes on Ben growing erratic.

Jessica was trying to establish her position here by taking the lead, that much was obvious. But Ben couldn't take it anymore. He surged forward, flipping Madelyne onto her back and settling between her legs.

"Maddy," he said, voice husky. "Since you want this, I'll give it to you," he said, and her eyes flicked to the massive railgun resting over her stomach. "Don't you want it?"

Jessica moved beside them, kissing Madelyne deeply while Ben trailed his mouth down her body, nipping at her collarbone, sucking on her breasts until she writhed. "Please, I'm craving you…" Madelyne gasped, her telekinesis flickering unintentionally, lifting nearby objects before they clattered back down.

"Patience," Ben growled, his voice rough with need. He spread her thighs wider, dipping his head to taste her.

Madelyne cried out, hips bucking as his tongue worked her relentlessly, circling and plunging. Jessica pinned her shoulders down gently, strength holding her steady while whispering filthy encouragements. "Let him wreck you. It's what you need."

How can his girlfriend be so… so into this? Madelyne was turned on. She shattered first, her orgasm ripping through her with a scream, body convulsing as Ben lapped at her through the waves. Jessica kissed her neck, soothing her down, then turned to Ben with a wicked grin. "My turn to play."

She pushed him back, straddling his face without hesitation. Ben gripped her hips, pulling her down as his tongue delved into her cunt. Jessica ground against him, moaning, while Madelyne recovered enough to crawl forward.

Eyes locked on Ben's throbbing cock, she took him into her mouth, tentative at first, then bolder, sucking and swirling her tongue. Maddy started her head game.

"Fuck," Ben groaned into Jessica, the vibration making her gasp. He thrust up into Madelyne's mouth, careful not to overwhelm her virgin inexperience, but the sight of her eager lips stretched around him pushed him to the edge.

How long did the three of them dance this shameless dance? Then Jessica came hard, thighs clamping around his head as she rode out her release. She slid off, breathless, and pulled Madelyne up for a deep kiss, tasting herself on the other woman's lips. "Ready for the real thing?" she asked, voice laced with mischief.

I've been begging for it, you bastard… Madelyne nodded, eyes hazy with lust. Ben positioned himself at her entrance, rubbing the head against her slick folds.

"Tell me if it's too much," he said, voice strained.

"Nngh… Shut up and do it already," she breathed, pulling him closer.

He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, feeling her tight heat envelop him. Madelyne gasped, nails digging into his shoulders as he stretched her, the barrier giving way with a sharp cry. A barrier…? Ben stilled, kissing her through the pain, whispering praises. "My lovely girl, looks like this body was still a virgin? Relax your muscles, it'll feel good soon."

Something softened in Jessica too hearing that. This was what made Madelyne different from Jean. This was Madelyne's "first time." Jessica stroked her hair, murmuring, "Breathe. It'll feel good soon."

Once she adjusted to his stupid size, whimpering for him throughout the minutes, Ben began to move, shallow thrusts building to deeper ones as Madelyne adjusted. Her whimpers turned to moans, hips rising to meet him.

She wanted more. She didn't want to be treated like a delicate doll. "H-hard… Harder," she demanded, surprising them both.

That's when Ben's dominance surged. "Sure thing, girl." He flipped her onto all fours, slamming into her from behind with brutal force. Madelyne's eyes rolled back, mouth falling open in a silent scream as he pounded her relentlessly, the slap of skin echoing. "Fuck, you're so tight," he growled, slapping her ass hard enough to leave a red mark. She yelped, pushing back for more.

Jessica watched, touching herself on the side, then joined in, kissing Madelyne's nape while he was pulling her red hair. Then she moved to worship her man, trailing kisses from his abdomen to his face. "Break her, Ben," she suggested. "Give her a purpose since she's looking for one so bad. Make her yours."

Ben obliged, his pace punishing, cock splitting her open with each thrust. Madelyne screamed for him while the bed groaned under the three of them. When he spanked her one more time, making her fat ass jiggle for him, her body gave up. She came, squirting around him, body shaking as tears of ecstasy streamed down her face.

"F-fughhh!" she moaned. But he didn't stop, flipping her onto her back and driving deeper, choking her now, watching her eyes bulge and roll.

"Take it just like that," he commanded, slapping her breasts, pinching nipples until she screamed another orgasm. Jessica straddled Madelyne's face, grinding down while Ben ruined her pussy, cum finally erupting inside her in hot ropes.

They switched after that, giving Madelyne some time to recover. Ben pulled Jessica onto his cock, pounding her missionary style, her legs over his shoulders as he choked and slapped her. "You loved watching me fuck her, Jess? I didn't know you were into that," he taunted, spanking her clit. Jessica's teeth clenched, eyes crossed, and body convulsed in release.

Madelyne recovered, hugging Ben, her breasts rubbing against his strong muscular back, kissing his nape from behind, while he railed another woman. Then they switched again. They formed a chain, Ben taking Madelyne doggy while she ate Jessica out.

Orgasms blurred together, bodies slick with sweat, makeup smeared, cum dripping from both women.

Ben marveled at his endurance, his enhanced body handling the superhuman women without faltering. They kept going, switching positions, exploring every filthy urge until exhaustion claimed them, collapsing in a tangled, satisfied heap, and yet ready for more rounds as the night grew juicier.

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