Lewd Rogue V2 (X-Men) #1 (Patreon)

Mansion lights dimmed, door locked, gloves finally tossed on the nightstand like yesterday’s mission report. Rogue stands at the foot of her bed, yellow crop top already halfway to surrender, white streak glowing against flushed skin as she peels away the last of her defenses. Piece by piece the Southern belle goes bare (no powers, no force fields, just miles of dangerous curves finally free to touch themselves).She flops back onto the sheets like she’s absorbing the mattress itself, legs falling open with that signature drawl already turning into soft, needy gasps. One hand slides south while the other tugs a hard nipple through the last shred of yellow clinging on for dear life. Slow circles turn to frantic need, hips rolling like she’s riding a Sentinel straight to the ground, breath hitching in little “sugars” and “oh mah stars” until the climax hits harder than any villain throwdown: back arched, thighs trembling, a rush of slick warmth that leaves the sheets looking like they just survived a Mississippi flood.Rogue collapses glowing, fingers still lazily tracing the evidence, that white streak plastered to her cheek as she flashes the camera the laziest, wickedest grin Westchester has ever seen: “First contact complete, darlin’. And Ah didn’t drain a single soul… except maybe mine.”First official post in the Rogue series, X-fans.The untouchable just touched herself into next week, and the mansion’s quiet hours are officially ruined.Next mission: she finally lets someone else survive skin-to-skin. Gloves stay off, stakes go way up. Stay dangerous, y’all.