MFG - Chapter 38 (Patreon)

Chapter 38: Emma Frost’s Offer and Enrique’s Counter-Plan

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Ororo Munroe, Storm, was quite welcoming to Enrique’s advances. Maybe because she didn’t take them seriously, or she truly did not mind, but she was open to them. However, since her recently heartbroken friend also had something going on with Enrique, she had to take a step back and not be a thorn in their paths.

So after that little incident near the windows, she avoided him for the rest of the night. At the same time, Jean ignored him too, not bothering to spare more than a few words toward him. 

Things were moving smoothly with her, as far as Enrique was concerned. She wasn’t the type of woman to fall heads over hills for him from day one, anyway.

The night grew deeper, and they returned to their home. After a night of sleep, everyone woke up and began their day. The atmosphere in his mansion was busy, filled with energy. However, everything grew quiet when the doorbell rang and Sunspot opened the door.

“Hi, this is Emma Frost,” the lady in Diamond greeted the alert crowd. “I'm here to meet Mr Nova.”

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“So,” Enrique took a seat opposite her, grabbing the cup of coffee resting on the table. “What are you here for this early in the morning?”

Her personal portable machine, Azazel, was waiting outside this room. Only she and Enrique were in here, and from her serious expression, she had something important to talk about.

“I met with Shaw,” she said. She grabbed the cup of coffee in front of her, smelled it, and put it down with a frown. Enrique raised an eyebrow while she continued, “Sorry, I'd have preferred black. Anyhow, Shaw wants you to attend a party. He's going to select a new Black King through it.”

“Miss Frost, I'm not going,” he said.

“I know,” she smiled. Her prediction wasn't wrong. “I was still ordered to bring you, by any means. He's interested in you, and not in a good way. I happened to suggest that you wouldn't want to come, and that made him mad. He thinks I'm trying to keep you away from him, that I'm planning something, and that makes him irritated. So he wants to meet you in person.”

“More reason for me not to go,” Enrique said, leaning back in the chair. It wasn't even an offer that he had to think through. “He’s an opponent that's hard to win against if I walk into his den. Especially in a situation where I'm surrounded by people he invited. Who knows how many other supers would be there, ready to jump at me by his command?”

“....”

It's not as if Enrique was invincible. He won all the battles he had fought so far, but that's because he chose his battles carefully. If Hulk or Thor took an interest in him, he'd be as good as dead in no time, for example.

While Sebastian Shaw was no Nordic God, his power over energy absorption made him tricky. Shaw can absorb kinetic energy and use it to enhance his own physical strength, speed, and stamina. That makes him extremely difficult to defeat in battle, as every blow struck against him only makes him stronger. 

In fact, Enrique recalled from his comic reading days when he was young, that Shaw had once absorbed magic and divinity from Hercules, the God of strength. That meant that his power of energy absorption was not limited to kinetic energy, such as punches or projectiles; he could absorb any form of energy; electrical, magical, divine.

He's the type of character that's invincible if he's given time to prepare himself. He's just an ordinary human in his base state but rarely is he in his base state. If he invited an enemy to his castle, he'd be even more prepared than usual. 

In that scenario, Shaw would be impossible to defeat.

“Then what should we do, if you don't go?” She asked him, crossing her arms. “You didn't forget my promise, did you? You promised to help me get rid of Shaw.”

“I never promised that I'd get rid of him at a party,” he shrugged at her. She frowned, and he hummed for a moment, considering things. “Say, if you go missing, would he come looking for you?”

“What?”

“I'm saying that I'll make it seem like I kidnapped you. He must know that you've come to visit me, no? If you go missing now and don't return to him, with all your contacts dead, do you think he'll come looking for me?” Enrique asked, smiling at her a little.

“...Are you planning to lure him in here? And gang up on him with Jean Grey and Storm?” She asked, and he shook his head.

“That wouldn't work. They wouldn't help. Rather, they might get mad that I'm putting their students in danger by luring Shaw here,” he said. “I'll move to my second mansion for a bit and then decide. We've done a lure plan one time already, with the Hand Ninjas. You already know, since you sent them,” he watched her scowl and looked away from him. 

“So, what, you, me, Anna Marie, and that Tigress? You really think the few of us can take him on? Us four against Shaw, and whoever else he'd bring with him?” Emma asked, looking back at him.

“So you're saying he would come look for you if you go missing,” Enrique smiled. “Is Azazel trustworthy? Would he rat us out if he knows the plan?”

“...He has been brainwashed by me, he's as trustworthy as you'd expect anyone to be,” Emma said. “And Shaw doesn't know that. So if you're planning to send him back to report that we've had a fight and you've captured me, Shaw will believe it.”

“Good,” Enrique stood up. “Diamond form. Now.”

She scowled, “What? Right away? But-”

Enrique's punch slammed against her nose. His fist, large like a tiger’s paw, sent Emma Frost, in her diamond form, breaking through the walls. 

Dust and debris spread all over. He leaped through the gap in the wall, flying toward where she had landed, already in his tiger form. He obviously didn't take out his claws, otherwise her face would have been impaled, but it still must have hurt.

“You fucking bastard! Are you fucking with me, you piece of shit?!” Emma Frost growled at him from her spot, clearly enraged that he didn't bother giving her a second to prepare. 

“Madam, are you alright?!” Azazel rushed toward her, teleporting, and Enrique blitzed beside him. “You—!”

“Get the hell out of here,” Enrique's punch landed against the waist of the demon. He tried to teleport away, but it was too late. The punch landed, and he teleported right away. He appeared far to the right, and the impact sent him flying backward after teleporting.

Enrique loomed over Emma Frost, who rose from the rubble. “You bastard. I didn't even get to order Azazel!” She couldn't use her mind powers in her diamond form, so Azazel was kept in the dark.

“Means he thinks all of this is real,” Enrique said in a low whisper, grabbing her by the throat, and raising her in the air. He whispered, “You say he's brainwashed, but who's to say Shaw doesn't have more telepaths? Let's be careful. Stay quiet.”

He punched her in the stomach, causing cracks, and she was sent flying through the walls once again.

Azazel appeared near Enrique one more time, but when he growled like a beast, throwing a punch, the red devil quickly teleported away. Enrique's sense of smell didn't catch him anywhere near this area anymore. He had fled for good.

“What's going on?!”

“Enrique?!”

Jean Gray and Anna shouted as they ran towards the scene, followed by the entire group. Emma Frost slowly got up from the rubble, the diamond in her stomach cracked, as she glared at Enrique.

“I'll kill you, I swear, I-” he blitzed towards her and grabbed her by the throat again.

“Stay quiet,” he grinned at her. He looked back at the girls, “It's nothing, the situation is under control. I'll take care of her.” Holding her like that, he flew out the window, shooting toward the sky, leaving the girls behind.

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Enrique landed on the rooftop of his second villa, his feet softly touching the ground. He was holding Emma by an arm, tossing her indoors through the large glass walls. She grunted as she landed inside, sliding on the tiles and coming to a stop against a wall.

Finally some personal space, Enrique thought. If things go well, I'll get to test the new power I received from Mut.

“What are you doing, Mr Nova?!” She shouted as Enrique entered, pulling curtains over the windows and shrugging his shoulders. 

“It's alright now, you can transform back,” he said. “We made quite the show. If Shaw has some hidden means to check on our encounter, he'd not suspect a thing.” He walked over to her, reaching out a hand. 

“....” She stared at his hand for a moment, grunting, before taking it. She hadn't yet transformed back. “You piece of shit. You think that justifies you beating me like this?” He yanked her up, his hand sliding towards her abdomen. “What are you doing?” 

“The diamond here is cracked. Did it hurt?” he said, and Emma threw a punch at his face. He took it without dodging it, although it did little damage. “It stings.”

“I'll fuck you up, you bastard,” she growled at him. “Don't you dare act sweet and sugary with me after beating me like that, you understand?!”

“Hey, it was a show, I had to pretend a little,” he raised her chin with a hand, looking deep into her blue eyes. “It's not as if I enjoyed hurting you…”

Emma Frost couldn't read his mind, that was true, but she sure could read his body language. He was mocking her right now. She grumbled but had nothing to say to him. She had already played along too far to make an enemy out of him because of this little prank.

“Fuck.” Emma’s diamond transformation slowly receded, and her skin regained its natural colors.

“When do you think Shaw will come?” He lifted her up by the waist, walking over to a chair as he sat down. He placed her sideways on his lap, a hand around her slender waist. She raised an eyebrow instead of scowling. “Don't give me that look, my lap was cold.”

She ignored that and answered what was important, “I don't know. Azazel should be reporting to him right away. However, he wouldn't be coming all of a sudden. He's a cautious man, he wouldn't dare teleport to the villa where Jean Grey is staying. He'll try to gauge the situation first. You are right about one thing, he'll consider if I'm just playing or not, and only when he's certain that I've really been kidnapped, will he come for me. It might take a week or two.”

“Looks like you won't see sunlight for that long, my sweet,” he squeezed her waist softly, watching her scowl at him.

“Mr Nova, we're merely business partners, if you've forgotten,” she said.

“For now,” he brought his face closer to her, his nose touching hers. She didn't budge, she stared into his eyes silently. “I like strong, useful women. I don't see any real reason why I shouldn't make you mine, Emma.” For once, he called her by her name. 

“Don't you fear backstabbing?” She raised an eyebrow. People didn't usually trust her and for good reasons too. He was smarter than people. “The first time we met, you rejected the White King position because you theorized I would never trust someone whose mind I cannot read, and therefore will take you out one day or another. What changed?”

“Human emotions and relations work like a trade, Emma. In the end, mutants are still sub-humans. You aren't an emotionless psychopath, or else you wouldn't have created your school.” He ran a hand through her soft, blonde hair. “And from my fight against the Helions, I know you care about them. It means you're not incapable of love, or caring. For better or worse, you can't read my mind. It's hard for you to trust me because of that, but precisely for the same reason, if you're a little optimistic, you can trust me with my plans.”

She scoffed, “I would never-”

“You're trusting me right now, having given up your diamond form and sitting on my lap when I'm looking like a ferocious beast. You can't read my mind, how could you have known I wouldn't tear you apart the moment you canceled your transformation?”

“....”

“You trusted me to not kill you. You already trust me a lot.”

“That's because you gain nothing of value by killing me. Keeping me alive is the smarter choice for you. It's not trust, it's logical reasoning. Mathematics, if you will.”

“I said I like strong, useful women, Emma. As you just said, you're useful to me right now. Meaning I wouldn't hurt you. Sure, I cracked your diamond, but it didn't hurt your real body.” He gently massaged the side of her throat. “You’re Emma Frost, if anyone, I'd expect you to be confident that you'd forever be useful. So just stay like that. Be useful, and you'll live forever with me. Along with your students. Just trust me a bit more, I wouldn't throw away a useful woman.”

He put both his hands around her waist, raising her up to place her back on his lap, but this time facing him. He pulled her closer to him, hands resting on her ass. “Emma, become my woman.”

“.....” she frowned. “You have Jean Grey. A mutant whose telepathic powers are on par with me, and also comes along with other powers.”

“Jean is Jean. She has the Phoenix Force with her. Such a thing would never cooperate with me,” Enrique laughed, hand reaching out for her chin again. His finger played with her chin, making her scowl. “You, on the other hand, wouldn't mind helping me plan a massacre. You're flexible, Emma. I like you, and if possible, I wouldn't like to lose you. So don't be such a prude and part your lips.”

She hesitated and then sighed. Emma Frost leaned over and placed her lips over his, parting to slip her tongue inside. He was a little surprised as she pushed him back by his chest, her arms holding his face tightly.

“Oh?” He mumbled as she kissed him, taking the lead.

Well, if things have really come down to this, I should at least take the initiative and control this. If I let him win the first game, his head will become too big. Since sex was the thing he wanted from her today, she was going to weaponize it and make him addicted.

Strong dominant men in office settings would often have submissive kinks in the bed. She just wished she could read his mind in real time to gauge his desires and mess him up, but she had to make ends meet with what she knew from the mindset of other men like him.

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Emma Frost was determined to take control of the situation. She knew that he was a man who was used to being in charge in the bed, but she was no shrinking violet herself. She straddled him, grinding her hips against his erection, feeling the heat between them build.

She ran her hands over his muscular chest, feeling the power that radiated from him. He was a formidable opponent, but at this moment, he was hers. She could sense his desire growing as she explored his body, and she smiled against his lips.

"You like that, don't you?" she purred, running her hands over his chest. "You like it when I take control.”

Enrique smirked up at her, his hands gripping her hips tightly. "I do enjoy a woman who knows what she wants," he said, his voice low and husky.

Emma leaned down to capture his lips in a searing kiss, her tongue sliding against his. She could feel his cock throbbing beneath her, and she knew that she wanted him inside her. “Be a doll and stay still, understood?” She ordered.

Breaking the kiss, she stood up and slowly began to undress. She knew that he was watching her every move, and she made sure to put on a show. She slowly let her white dress fall to the ground, revealing her equally white lacy lingerie underneath. 

She saw his eyes darken with lust as he took a long look at her tits, her ass, and her pussy. Emma felt a thrill of excitement run through her. Putting aside her strategic mind, he was a looker, the type that could get her wet with little effort. She didn't mind being his bed bunny.

She walked over to him, straddling his lap and grinding against him again. She could feel his hardness through his pants, and she knew that he was ready for her. She leaned in to kiss him again, biting his lower lip and eliciting a groan from him.

Emma did not wish to waste too much time in foreplay. Unlike girls, most men liked to dive into it as soon as possible. She noticed his pants vanishing, her ass resting over his bare skin, as she smiled.

She positioned herself over him, rubbing the head of his cock against her wet slit. 

Her mind clouded a little as felt how big he was, and for a moment, she hesitated. He was in his beast form, was this size really suitable for her? Maybe she should stop here and wait until he'd return to his base form.

But then she looked into his dark eyes and saw the challenge there. In the end, she realized that'd ruin the flow too hard. She couldn't show fear when she was taking control.

She lowered herself onto him, gasping as he filled her completely. Her body convulsed. "F-fuck, you're so big," she breathed, her nails digging into his chest.

Enrique chuckled, his hands on her ass guiding her movements. "You can take it, Emma," he said, his voice confident. "I know you can. I'll be disappointed if you can't.”

He reached up to cup her breasts, squeezing them gently and running his thumbs over her nipples. She gasped at the sensation, feeling a jolt of pleasure run through her. She rocked her hips against him, wanting more.

Emma began to move, riding him slowly at first and then picking up speed as she adjusted to his size. She could feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge, her body trembling with pleasure.

It's not even been a minute, ugh, Emma moaned, feeling her pussy clench and unclench. Fuck, that's insane. It hurts somewhat, but it feels too good…

“Ooohng~” Emma's eyes rolled back for a moment, she came hard on his dick. That didn't make sense to her. She knew she wasn't built for that size, the plan was to pretend to love it while enduring the pain, so how was he doing this?

Of course, Enrique had a secret up his sleeves. He had seduced her today, planning to make her addicted.

[Divinity: Pleasure Amplification and Addiction] – was the latest power that he received from Mut. Faith Points have been increasing like an ocean lately, thanks to his new game, Clash of Clans, and she chose to give him this since it was quite a useful power for someone like him.

 Not only did it amplify the pleasure of the nerves, but it also made the target’s mind addicted to the pleasure. A touch of Mut’s heaven, Aaru, was present in this divinity. Heaven was naturally an absolute pleasure, so having its essence on the tip of his dick meant it was quite something.

"That's it, baby," Enrique growled, watching her bite her up at him. Caressing her ass, he suddenly thrust up into her. "Ride my cock. Make yourself cum."

Emma’s eyes widened and she threw her head back, her hair cascading down her back as she rode him harder. She could feel her orgasm building again, her muscles clenching around his cock. And then, with a cry, she came, her body convulsing around him.

Enrique laughed, a deep, rich sound that sent shivers down her spine. "That's right, my naughty little Emma," he said, his voice full of satisfaction, his hand slapping against her soft ass. "Cum for me."

But he wasn't done with her yet. As she came down from her high, he suddenly flipped her over, so that she was on her back on the chair. He stood up, pulling her with him, and then lifted her up into the air, her legs wrapped around his waist.

"W-what are you doing?" she gasped, her heart pounding.

"Taking control," he said, his voice low. “You aren't as good as you think you are, my sweet. You came twice, while unable to satisfy me once. Who would have thought that the Emma Frost is a premature ejaculator?”

“W-WHAT?! That's not true- eek, ahng~” she cried, and he thrust into her, his cock hitting her just right, making her see stars.

Emma cried out, her hands gripping his shoulders tightly as he fucked her in mid-air. She had never experienced anything like this before, and it was intoxicating. The strength of a beast played her like a violin, the speed of his thrusts so hard that she had to do a partial diamond transformation around her hips in fear of bone dislocation.

Enrique carried her over to the bed, still inside her, and tossed her down onto the mattress. He followed her down, his body covering hers, his cock never leaving her pussy.

He pinned her wrists above her head, looking down at her with a smoldering gaze. She could see the desire in his eyes, and she knew that he was going to take control now.

He trailed kisses down her neck, nipping at her skin and making her squirm beneath him. Emma Frost came for him again. He moved lower, taking one of her nipples into his mouth and sucking on it hard. She cried out, arching her back and begging for more.

“Please, move, I can't take it anymore~” 

"Heh, look at you beg,” he was satisfied with her change in complexion. The same dominant woman now begged to be fucked hard. “You like it that much?”

“Yes,” she moaned, “yes I do, please stop teasing me and fuck me already~”

“You're mine now, Emma," he growled, his hips withdrawing backward and then thrusting against hers. She yelped like a rabbit. “Mine to do with as I please."

Emma moaned, her body responding to his words, to his touch. She felt owned and possessed, and it was the hottest thing she had ever experienced. She knew she would never break, so she decided to give up for now, at least in bed. She'd return to normal after this would end, for sure.

Enrique began to move faster, his cock pounding into her with a relentless rhythm. She could feel another orgasm building, and she knew that it was going to be even more intense than all of the previous ones.

She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside of her. He groaned, picking up the pace and pounding into her harder. She could feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge, and she knew that this time, she wouldn't be denied.

Enrique reached down between them, rubbing her clit in time with his thrusts. His other hand clutched her by the throat like he had earlier in the other villa. She cried out, feeling air leave her lungs and yet pleasure building to an unbearable level. And then, with one final thrust, she came undone.

"That's it, baby," Enrique growled, his teeth sinking into her neck. "Cum for me again. I want to feel you milking my cock."

Emma screamed, her body convulsing around his cock as she came again. Enrique followed her over the edge, his own orgasm tearing through him with a force that left him breathless.

They lay there for a moment, their bodies slick with sweat, their breathing ragged. Emma looked up at Enrique, her eyes wide and wondering.

"That was...incredible," she said, her voice hoarse.

Enrique chuckled, rolling off of her and onto his back. "I aim to please, my dear," he said, his voice full of satisfaction.

Emma tried to prop herself up on one elbow, but her elbow gave out and she fell to her face. She grumbled and turned around, her body looked tattered, tears running down her face, ruining her mascara. 

"You know," she said, her voice teasing. "I'm not usually one to give up control, but I have to admit, that was...amazing."

Enrique grinned up at her, his eyes full of mischief. "I'm glad you enjoyed it, my dear," he said. “Should have given yourself to me from the start.”

 "Keep dreaming,” Emma whimpered out a soft laugh, her body still humming with pleasure.

But as he reached out a hand and pulled her closer again, she realized that she was already looking forward to it. 

God, he's dangerous. Because if there was one thing she was sure of now, it was that Enrique Nova was a man who knew how to give a woman exactly what she needed.

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