An XMen deathfight

A deathfight I did where we portrayed Jean Grey and Emma Frost of the XMen

Jean Grey female psychic of the X-Men, her  wedding day....the day even she could not have foreseen...as she stands at the altar...looking wonderful in her wedding dress...the voice in her head...says "I fucked him you know...., then images of her husband to be with...someone else...."

the voice in her head..."what the hell is wrong....with her. I better check"  With that her maid of honor and bridesmaids move to check on her ..one of them....did it, They touch her at once and visions of the night one of them spent with him fills your mind.  But who?

She sees her maid of honour Emma... dressed in lingerie riding him, laughing....tossing her blonde hair and laughing with pleasure.. and she pulls back sharply.  ‘I cant say anything... cant do anything not here.. not now’

the voice  ...."She's looking at me....why?   the echo.....she can hear!" Emma's eyes narrow "Yes I did...I saw that moment the first time I shook his hand...shame you finally developed your gifts more..." as the two delve deeper into each other’s minds..

Jean: I glare at you but keep on with the wedding.  I imagine the two of us together......and I am staring at you.....you bitch... ....so tell me, did you fuck with his mind to get him?  Did you?

Emma: Actually no...I fucked with yours...you know you two have never actually had sex.....I grin wide...but you felt ALL of my times....

Jean: well then.. ...in my head, for psychic combat.. dressed in my old Marvel girl costume.. with the skirt.... "You've gone too far, Emma"

Emma: Standing in my barely there white costume.... "that's your problem Jean never going far enough. Unless of course Mastermind or something else made you..." 

Jean: Shut up!  You just shut up Emma.  I'm not going to tolerate this anymore.  Scott is my HUSBAND!

Emma: And what's your furry Canadian?  Your pool boy? Poor Jean we are just waiting for you to die or go crazy...again...

Jean: slaps your face.....Don’t you start throwing accusations you murderous deceptive BITCH!

Emma: face stings from your slap..... No accusations my dear....I read your mind.  You want him so have him. I never liked short men but I'll take Scott until you rise up again and expect to be taken back....oh and I almost forgot...

slaps you back hard! 

Jean: I hold my cheek....."You have everyone either fooled or terrified but me, Emma.  I'm not even slightly worried about you.  I could crush you like a bug out there in the real world...and in here....we're even." I step back, turning my outfit into the black queen outfit I used to wear, and yours back to the White Queen.....

Emma: "well well well. Is this a challenge my dear Jean? Name your terms" I flap my cloak into one arm, sizing you up physically. ...

[in the wedding "Hmm some mental presence Magneto? Onslaught? Bendis? a bald man's brow furrows….

Jean : I say, here we are two women in love with the same man....and one of us has to go.  So let's fight, Emma.  Once and for all...in here....out in the real world, the loser will just die of a heart attack.

Emma: My eyes narrow..."Agreed. The setting.....something provincial like a bedroom? " 

Jean: Well... we are fighting for ownership of that very place aren’t we? I bring us to a red satin bed in the middle of a great empty void....

Emma: I undo my cape and start to work off my heels....

Jean: I will them away, and my own.... and I kneel on the bed....

Come on you bitch.. I've waited ten years to scratch your eyes out..

Emma: I kneel on the other side ...Time for me to see just what color your roots are...

Jean: Same colour as your blood, you cheap British fucking slag.I grab at your hair and yank you in close

Emma: gasping as we make contact skin to skin, but quickly recover to seize your hair by the back and pulling your head back... “You ginger harlot!" 

Jean: nnngggg oh god.... as we press bare skin to skin.. I glare in your eyes....”one of us dies, Emma... here and now..”

Emma: No mercy...ever..the loser spends eternity in this void...hope you like it here ...

Jean: Tell me the truth... before we lock into this little duel..... DO you really love Scott?

Emma: I pause...looking thoughtful...To destroy you, I would have made love to the Blob....

Jean: I laugh...."You're lying... you cant even admit your love him.. you pathetic whore.... I rake  your neck with one hand, red nails digging deep

Emma: AHHHH! I grasp my neck bleeding already...I swing hard into your belly trying to knock your wind out...

Jean: nnnggggg I double over and then straighten with a very wicked grin and push my long gorgeous red hair back.. and I raise my claws and hisssssss in challenge.. and we both suddenly feel this as real as possible.. no backing out now..

Emma: well didn't you turn into the right little fighter Jean?....I raise my claws to match your then slash low across your belly  diving into you with a snarl...

Jean: nnggg as you claw my belly I reach over your back and claw up the middle of it, snarling

Emma: AIIE! my back on fire...your chest open to attack I seize both breasts in my claws squeeze and slam them together crushing your tits like oranges...Public school darling...teaches you bitchery...

Jean: NNGGGGGGGGGG I grab yours as well... tears in my eyes..... At least mine are REAL!!!

Emma: GGGNHHHH I wince as mine are real enough to ache from your claws.....now pulling yours apart in opposite directions, sweat forming on my lip..

Jean: nnggggg god... our breasts now fully out of our corsets I glare at you, twisting your breasts in my claws tit for tat so to speak.....I'm going to make you beg me for life before I kill you.. I've been looking for an excuse to let my dark side out, you whore....you cheap..nnng.. manstealing... whore

Emma: our breasts slick with blood, we tear away at each other. This time I crush them back into your body, grinding my fingers into the wounds....pant...oh no Jean's dark side..its old news slut..just...like...you...

Jean: I sink my teeth in the juncture of your neck and shoulder, releasing your breasts to hold your head close by the hair...my breasrs slide over yours with a mixture of pleasure and pain.... you feel my pelvis against yours...hot and wet...

Emma: AIEEE! I crush my breasts into yours, releasing them so my hands can slash at your face to drive you from my neck...feeling your wetness close to me.. shocked but interested too...

Jean: I pull my face back, marked with your claws.... and I rake yours in return, not giving an inch.. and you see in my eyes that I’m not boasting.. I really mean to do it this time.  I'll kill you if I can.

Emma: I lock eyes with you..Frost may be my name but....something takes over in me....I growl and send my teeth towards your face, filled with hate that has finally been given a reason to be set free...

Jean: EEEEEEEEEEEEEE I feel your teeth sink in my face, and I grab your hair, and bite your cheek as well, our bodies pressed tight and we fall side to side on our knees...   our long legs entwine...stockings hiss and whisper

Emma: animal snarls from me I whisper hot into your ear "Going to make you beg me to kill...and fuck you!"... then I sink my pearly whites into your ear and tear back...

Jean: nngggggggggg bitch... you couldn’t handle me either way....I reach down and tear your panties off and bite your earlobe.

Emma: GHHNN oh you will be shocked what I can handle slut...I reach down tearing upward across your torso ripping off your panties along with some flesh...

Jean: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE I roll over and over with you in a furious clawing tangle ripping at your corset.. trying to get you naked.. biting you again and again

Emma: I roll with you, my toenails raking your legs and backside like a bird. raking claws up your sides, panting hot and heavy, both nearly naked...

Jean: CUNT....I'll eat your fucking CLIT! I bite your breast and my toenails rake and rip at your ankles, snarling.. one hand goes for your eyes, the other grabs your neck

Emma: AIEEE..I'll suck your heart dry!I barely move aside  your claws raking my forehead instead of my eyes. Seizing your other hand as you reach for my neck. I bite down hard on your wrist, a trickle of blood from my head trailing down...

Jean: OHHHH GD! I throw one leg over your thigh and our pussies press tight.. burning as I grind into you and I sink my thumbs at your eyes, trying to press you off my wrist

Emma: DAMN YOU!!! My eyes sting as your thumb hits it. I pull back then slam my knee up into your hot pussy..

Jean: nnnnnnnngggggggggg We are knocked back from each other.. glaring with murder in our eyes from opposite ends of the dream bed...irl we are standing there smiling... tiny trickles of blood coming from our nostrils..

In the real world  :Sniff sniff 'I smell blood. Must be Sabretooth....No way you're wrecking this wedding bub...."  .....

Emma I gasp "had enough?" chest heaving covered in sweat and blood.. wanting you to scream for mercy...

Jean: Not even close.....you whore.  I could do this all day.. but if you want to end this we could just bite each others necks.....and duel...see who dies first....and who goes back out there....

Emma: My eyes gleam as I offer up my neck.." Done like you will be soon" perfect white teeth shining...

Jean: I inch in close.. and offer my neck in return, holding my hair back daintily... like a lady...

Emma: I move close, lock eyes with you for the last time....then lunge in at your throat.... while placing my hands up and over your mouth...sneak that i am...

Jean: I bite at your fingers and Claw at your eyes with both hands to get you off my neck... once i plus you back I drive my knee into your belly. WHORE!

Emma: I gnaw at your neck, drawing away some flesh and blood...OMPH.. roll back holding my belly and face.... SLUT!

Jean: I lunge in snapping my teeth at your pussy, shaking my head furiously... and clawing your thighs...

Emma: AIIIE I grab your head tearing to wrench at your neck we roll uncontrollably towards the edge of the bed...eyes filled with hate not realizing that the bed edge was the end of our existence here....

Jean: I shake you by the hair.. the two of us teeter on the edge of the bed,....eyes locked

Emma: we roll off the edge and at once we both think..."oh no..." as our minds were focused on the bed we could not hold our.....mental....existe...ce  bey...ond.....

Jean: We fall into the void and jerk alert in the real world.....I look at you across the aisle with pure loathing, restraining myself

Emma: I glare at you, blood running down my face....heart pounding...oh is this what a heart attack....

Jean: I feel my nose. and my arm shakes as I drop to my knees.. and with my last lunge  I grab at you with extended nails.... dying....

Emma: our nails touching as we lunge at each other and the last words we hear are......

Jean!  Emma! By the White Wolf! Gott in Himmel! Shinck! Mon Dieu!  To me my X-Men!

Jean: (I’m totally sending Jean's mind out in her death throes to possess Kitty Pryde.  :)