<Fuck and love master!>
He could feel Psylocke's horny thoughts washing over his body in waves. Already, he could feel himself getting hard from the message. Or, it could have been the sight of the amazonian mutant trying to desperately finger herself into an orgasm. It was becoming increasingly difficult for his scientist mind to focus on things, such as the exact reason that this all had happened. He guessed that it had something to do with the X-gene, but he knew he would need to conduct experiments on meta-humans who weren't mutants.
<Fuck and Love master!> this one was stronger than the last, and coincided with hot cum spewing from Psylocke's snatch. The Asian beauty roared in pleasure as she whipped her hair back. The sight of her flexing muscles drove him over the edge, and he decided that he would wait for another time to conduct his experiments. For now, he would simply reap the benefits of his'failed' experiment. <Fuck and love master!> She repeated through her telepathy. <Fuck and love master!>
“Fuck and love master!” echoed from outside the door. The Alchemist turned his head as the door to the lab burst open, revealing not one, but three freshmen. All of them where in various states of undressing themselves. And while they certainly paled in comparison to the statuesque woman in front of him, they where nothing for him to just toss away, either. But first,he had to ask them a question.
“Are any of you girls mutants?” he grunted, as he tried to focus himself for a few minutes.
“I am, Master,” the tallest of thegirls, a brunette, replied. “I am a shape-shifter!” she said as the Alchemist noticed a wet spot appearing in between her legs.Clearly, he wasn't the only one being afflicted by Psylocke's pleasure wave. “I...me can....head hurts....” the girl said as she grasped her head with one hand, while the other undid her pants.
<Me head hurt to!> Psylocke chirped delightedly, <It stop when me give Master big suck! Master love suck!> The Alchemist smiled, as he realized that Psylocke was reading his mind, and would be able to help deliver his darkest fetishes without asking permission. And speaking of permission, the brunette was already getting down on her knees, and brushing aside his hands with ease. He gasped as the girl began to deep throat him with expert precision.
“You two!” the Alchemist snapped as he pointed to the two remaining girls, “give me a show!” On command, the two girls did just that, stripping away what little clothing they had on their bodies. “And you!” he commanded to the brunette sucking him off, “red hair. Large breasts. Round ass. The works.” The girl obeyed him, and changed into a vision of perfection that was only rivaled by Psylocke, who was still fingering herself vigorously.