Title: Goblin Queen
Author: paxnirvana
Rating: NC-17 [sex and language]
Pairing: Alex/Maddie
Author's Notes: Ever seen Madelyn's Goblin Queen costume from Mutant X? WOW! And Alex too – all that sleek black – what a hotty! So, inspired by images, comes this little fling from Pax. . . a completely het PWP!
 
Disclaimer: Not mine, Marvel's. But they probably like hanging at my place better.
 
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She lay under him where he had tumbled her in his anger, her red hair spilling over the white satin sheets like fresh blood.

"Alex," she breathed. Her voice like honey and wine. So beautiful. So deadly. His hands flexed against her wrists pinning her to the bed. She stayed because she wished to, he knew. She could easily push him away, control him with her powers. But she didn't.

"Alex, please," she all but sobbed, her slender body arching up into his, the slick material of her leggings rubbing against his own costume. Deep purple against black. He looked down into her emerald eyes, brief anger forgotten, and his heart contracted with regret, need and desire.

"No, Maddie," he whispered. "I won't."

"Yes, you will," she breathed, her voice little more than a throaty moan. She moved under him again, her firm breasts rubbing against his hard chest. Their thin, tight costumes no real barrier to sensation. He gritted his teeth as lust surged through him. "I know you want to."

"Maddie," he groaned, lowering his head until his blond hair brushed her neck, her shoulder.

"I'll make it easy for you, Alex," she said. And under his hands, between his skin and hers appeared heavy leather straps. He reared back, looking with dismay at her, now spread out under him, her arms and legs bound tightly out by dark leather. Her eyes were mere slits, watching him. He looked at her beneath him, apparently vulnerable, yet never completely vulnerable, he knew.

She was beautiful, he thought reluctantly. Spread like that, her bare stomach heaving with her short breaths. The deep V of her brief top highlighted the delicious curves of her breasts. Beautiful. His wife. Never Scott's, here in this world. Only his.

"Maddie," he groaned, surrendering. She wanted this, wanted him. It bothered him, how she could provoke him this way, make him act in ways he didn't find entirely comfortable. But at this moment he was beyond caring. He slid away from her, leaving her alone on the wide bed. For a moment he stood beside it, staring down at her. She watched him avidly, her red lips glistening where she had licked them. He tugged off the heavy focusing bands on his wrists, letting them fall to the carpet with dull thuds. Then he reached behind his neck, finding the seal for his costume and stripping the tight black fabric down his body. Maddie watched his every motion with eyes like emerald fire, her small pink tongue darting out to circle her own lips as she did so. He was seized by fine tremors of desire, his heart pounding in his chest as he tossed the upper part of his uniform away. She wanted him and made no secret of it. He heard the creak of leather as she twisted on the bed before him, pulling against the straps that bound her. His hands dropped to the seal of his pants, then paused. Maddie groaned, her head tilting back to bare her slender neck, but her gaze never left his body. He was hard as stone under his black costume. Hard and ready.

"Yes," she sighed, hot gaze flicking up and down his body. "Alex. Show me. Let me see you."

"Not yet," he growled, bending over her, a hand planted on the bed beside her. The other rose to her chest, fingers looping tight through the low point of her neckline. With a sharp twist and a yank, he shredded the purple fabric over her chest, baring her breasts to him. She cried out, a high sound, and threw her head back, green eyes closing. He dropped his mouth over the taut nipple of one breast, drawing it deep into his mouth and sucking hard. She cried out again, her voice wild, triumphant. His free hand cupped the other breast, roughly shaping it with his hand, his thumb flicking across the nipple. Pinching it between thumb and forefinger even as his teeth nipped at the other one. She arched up toward him, moaning, leather creaking, her body straining. He pulled away, his hand releasing her breast to trail down her bare ribs to her heaving belly.

"You know better, Maddie," he admonished, a dark gleam in his blue eyes. She let herself fall back on the bed, muscles straining in her arms and thighs as she drew against her bonds again. He felt the motion in her belly, the flex and pulse of her. His. Only his.

With a growl, he leaned down, his mouth finding the hollow under her ribs and following her smooth skin down to the edge of her leggings. Her costume was low-slung, hugging the top of her hips and dipping deeply down toward her center. Leaving acres of creamy skin exposed. His tongue traced the line between flesh and fabric, making her moan again. He looked up her straining body, past her heaving breasts and into her eyes. They were hazy with desire, cloudy green and filled with heat. For him.

Not looking away, he locked his hands in the edge of her leggings and, with a determined grunt, ripped the fabric away from her lower body in several sharp jerks. Baring her to his touch. Releasing the hot scent of her. His eyes fluttered briefly closed as he breathed deeply, then flashed open again to look up at her face. White teeth had captured red lips, biting on them. He snarled at her, wanting to do that himself.

"Maddie," he said, his tone harsh. She licked her swollen lower lip, her tongue a taunting flash.

He surged up her body, his mouth closing ruthlessly over hers, his hands fisted and planted beside her shoulders as he plundered her mouth. Low sounds came from her throat, lost in his mouth. Heat and fire, lust and need tangled with their tongues. Then he pulled away, leaving her mouth with a last quick nip at her full lower lip, breathing hard. Her eyes were closed, her mouth still parted for his, her breathing as harsh as his. Unable to stop himself, he bent toward her again, his mouth angling away from hers at the last instant to feather across her jaw, down her throat to her shoulder, hot and damp. His tongue flashed out along the way. She tasted like fire, hot and elusive and dangerous.

"Alex," she moaned. He lifted away from her with effort, forcing himself to just sit beside her on the bed and watch her. She moved with slow, sinuous motions, her body pulsing with urgent need within her bonds. A creature of lust and desire. Beautiful. Her eyes fluttered open and she stared into his narrowed blue eyes.

"Please," she said, her tone liquid with heat and need. He shook his head with a small smile, his gaze never leaving hers. She groaned at his denial. His smile grew wider. She closed her eyes briefly again, shuddering.

"My game this time, Maddie," he said, standing up and walking to her dresser. He could feel her watching him as he opened the top drawer. Pushing aside the silken panties and bras inside, he groped in the back for the ornate wooden box he knew was there. Drawing it out, he shook it slightly as he looked at her over his shoulder. It made a satisfying rattling noise. Maddie's eyes gleamed.

"Ooooh, toys," she purred. He slid the drawer shut and returned to the bed, setting the box down between her spread legs. Standing at the end of the bed, staring up her body, he fought the impulse to strip away his pants and just take her. She was open, drawn out by the leather ties, her bare body framed by torn strips of dark purple cloth hanging from her shoulders and her thighs. Her lips red and damp, her hair wild, her body lightly sheened in sweat - she looked ravaged already.

"How should I fuck you, my wife?" he asked softly, his gaze intent. She shivered at his words, her eyes narrowed, her lips parting on a silent gasp. He set his hands on her ankles, his thumbs stroking her above the edge of the leather straps, hot through the sleek remains of her costume. Her legs moved under his hold, flexing back and forth in torment.

"However you like, my husband," she replied, tossing her head to the side, red hair falling around her face as she stared at him seductively from under it.

"What if I don't fuck you at all?"

Her breath sucked in on a sob and all playfulness fell away. "Please. . . don't leave me like this," she whimpered. "I want you." He just smiled and stroked his hands up to her knees, lifting them firmly up. Her body slid down the satin sheets, stretching her arms above her head, drawing her body out elegantly. She closed her eyes in anticipation. He released her and opened the box, pulling out several items before closing it again and setting it aside. Then he crawled between her raised knees. She pressed them to his sides, straining toward him, but he held himself away, denying her touch. She groaned in frustration.

"Alex. . ." she began, but broke off as he slipped the hood over her head. It was low enough to cover her eyes, but only skimmed the bridge of her nose, leaving her mouth free. He hated to cover her glorious hair, but he wanted her at a disadvantage. He hovered over her, braced on his elbows.

"Stay out of my head, Maddie," he whispered threateningly. "Or I'll walk out."

"Alex. . . "

"Stay out or I walk," he repeated, letting his hips lower enough to rub his hardness briefly, tantalizingly against her center. She sucked her breath in with a hiss, arching up to him, hot and needy.

"All right," she moaned, desperate. He smiled in satisfaction, even though she couldn't see it. Then he moved away again.

"No!" she cried, her body bucking up after his. "Don't leave!"

"Patience," he laughed low, letting his hands stroke down her ribs to her hips as he listened to her moans of relief. She was sleek and clever like a little cat in heat, shameless and vocal. He looked at his own big hands curved around her hips, flexing them on her skin, amazed as always how the energy and drive of her could be contained within such a relatively small frame. His hands nearly spanned her hips, his thumbs a scant inch apart. Those thumbs stroked down, brushing the start of the dark red curls between her legs. He stared at her, his breath catching as he saw the glistening of moisture below. The sight nearly tossed his plans out the window.

"Damn you, woman," he growled in frustration as he bent, unable to resist as his hands slid around her hips to cup her buttocks and lift her toward him, straining her arms against her bonds. Then he pressed his mouth to her. She screamed in satisfaction as his eager tongue found her seam and then the nub of her pleasure, sliding through the musky depths of her with deep, knowing strokes. She writhed under him, her groans music to his ears, his senses enflamed by her. She shuddered deeply and he abruptly pulled back, letting her fall back to the bed with a groan. He stood and swiftly stripped his pants away, hissing as his swollen cock bounced free, fluid already leaking from the end.

Then he dropped back down between her legs. She moaned when she felt the bare skin of his thighs against the inside of hers, her hooded head thrashing back and forth.

"Yess," she hissed. "Yes, Alex! Come inside me."

Entranced, he groped beside her for one of the items he'd removed from the box. Finding it, he held it in one hand as he reached for her again. Circling her entrance, he gathered her juices on his fingers, listening with satisfaction to her moans of pleasure. Then he stroked down toward the tight pucker below and she bucked up, her cries rising, her hips pulsing as she realized his intent. He lifted his fingers away, smoothing her fluid over the slick plug in his hand, then placing it against the tight opening. Her breath caught in her throat and she froze for an instant, tensing. In that moment, he pushed the short, wide plug smoothly inside her, pushing it deep past the tension of her until it was seated fully inside her against it's base. She gave a short cry, arching up. He ruthlessly pushed her back down on the bed with a hand between her hips. He could feel the deep tremors within her, shimmering under his hand.

"Hurt?" he asked, his tone clipped as he struggled with his control.

"Yes. No," she gasped, releasing the lower lip that had been caught between her teeth. "Not any more."

"Good," he said, his fingers circling around the base of the plug, making her shiver. She was tight, he knew. But he wanted her tighter. He wanted her to feel every inch of him with every atom of her being. Rising up, he knelt over her, rubbing the weeping head of his cock against her. Her hips flowed under his, moving with feline grace, soft sobs coming from her throat. He allowed himself to rest against her opening, but stayed there, holding still. Then he leaned close to her face, still holding himself away from her. Her knees pressed hard against the sides of his thighs, hot and urgent, trying to push him forward. He resisted, listening to her mewling cries grow louder.

"Maddie," he whispered against her swollen lips. Her mouth opened, her breath coming fast. He took her mouth, crushing her lips, tasting the sharp tang of blood for an instant, then his tongue swept further inside, filling her mouth, stopping the noises for a brief while. Leather creaked as she strained futilely against her bonds. The muscles of her thighs flexed against his own, trying to bring him closer. He drew back enough to laugh softly, his breath puffing across her face.

"Not yet, not yet, little Queen," he crooned. She groaned, her hooded head tilting back. His lips fastened on the wild pulse in her neck, his hand stroked down her sweat-slick body, lifting a breast, pinching a nipple. She cried out, twisting under him, trying to drive him into her. He laughed again, keeping himself just outside, fighting the throbbing need inside him as much as her desperate motions.

"Alex! Alex, now. . . please," she begged, her voice husky.

"Not yet," he said through clenched teeth. But as she cried out in disappointment, he thrust deep inside her with one sharp stroke. Her body arched under his, pressing her breasts tight against his chest. He wasn't certain she was breathing for a moment. He slipped an arm under her waist, lifting her against him, feeling the pulse of her around him. Tight. She was so goddamned tight. The plug filled her too well. He dared not move yet. Breathing harshly through gritted teeth, he struggled for control. He'd tormented himself as well as her with the delay. And now he was paying the price by nearly finishing before he'd really started.

Small, sobbing breaths racked her body. He snarled, feeling each draw like the squeezing of a fist around his cock, then her hips surged reflexively under his.

"Hold still, Maddie," he gasped, letting his weight fall on her in desperation. Too much, too soon. He didn't want to lose control. She stilled, crushed by his heavy-muscled frame, so he eased back, the threads of control regained.

He looked down at her face, her eyes hidden by black leather, her mouth working soundlessly. He covered that red mouth with his own, drinking her breath, tasting her heat. Then he began to thrust, feeling the hardness inside her rubbing against him as he moved, feeling the tight friction. She groaned, stretched under him, pinned and bound, impaled. But he wanted her hands on him, wanted her legs around him. So he tore his mouth from hers to order harshly, "Let the straps go, Maddie."

And they were gone, and the remains of her uniform as well, and her bare, slender arms wrapped tightly around his back, his neck, holding him close. Hands winding in his short hair pressing his mouth back down over hers. Her legs cradled him, rising up to link behind his straining butt, sending him deeper into her body. She screamed then, her body pulsing hard about him, arching in frantic release. He threw his head up, teeth bared as he froze deep inside before plunging wildly into her until he came in a blinding surge, a heated rush that threatened to suck the very soul out of his body.

He collapsed over her, drained, able at the last instant to roll to the side so that she could breathe. He was still inside her, her arms and legs still wrapped tightly around him. Holding him close as their bodies trembled and shook with the aftermath. Sweat welded their hot bodies together. Heat had fused them. He didn't know where he ended and she began through the blurry haze of satisfaction. Maddie. His wife. His enemy.

"Alex," she whispered, her voice raw and hoarse. He managed a grunt in response, his mind already slipping toward satiated sleep, exhausted. Her nimble hands stroked softly, soothingly through his hair. "I love you."

"Maddie," he managed before sleep claimed him. "M'too."

The Goblin Queen smiled.

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