Lewd Rogue V2 (X-Men) #4 (Patreon)

Final transmission, X-fans. Bedroom door locked tighter than Magneto’s helmet, gloves incinerated, safe word officially “don’t you dare stop.”Rogue is face-down on the bed that’s survived more missions than most X-Men, hips jacked high, white streak plastered to sweat-slick skin while every rough, claiming thrust slams straight into the one place her powers never warned her about. And sweet merciful Dixie, does she love it in the ass. The second he pushes past that impossibly tight ring she’s gone: eyes rolling, toes curling, that honeyed drawl cracking into shameless, desperate cries of “right there, sugar—harder!” like she’s been waiting her whole mutated life to get absolutely railed where the sun don’t shine.The headboard’s taking friendly fire, sheets are twisted casualties, and Rogue is shoving back to meet every stroke like it’s the only superpower she ever truly wanted. When he finally buries himself deep and unloads, he floods her so full the overflow comes pouring out in thick, creamy rivers down those legendary thighs. She clenches on purpose, milking him dry with a shaky, delirious laugh, then glances back over one shoulder (hair a wild Southern storm, lips bitten raw) and purrs, “Best damn weakness Ah ever had.”Series finale: mission accomplished, ass thoroughly conquered.Rogue just discovered her real kryptonite is a hard cock and a creampie big enough to register on Cerebro.Thanks for flying untouchable with her, y’all. Gloves are staying off… forever.