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X-MEN: From the Ashes
By Author Unknown


Starring:
    Scott Summers as Cyclops
    Rachel Summers as Phoenix
Cameos by Maddy Pryor-Summers, Franklin Richards, and Wolverine

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     Rachel Summers let the shower wash away her fears.  She reflected upon
recent events.  The X-Men had just returned from Asgard, and were relaxing
in a hotel in France before arranging transportation back to the States.
More importantly, to Rachel, was the fact that she had recently taken on the
identity of Phoenix, to honor her late mother, Jean Grey Summers, who had
used the name previously.
     Rachel rubbed her hand over her firm, young breasts as she scrubbed the
dirt from their latest fight off of her body.  When she touched her nipples,
they hardened, straining.  Her whole body tensed up. Her hand fell to her
pussy, which had started to itch and throb with need.  She had not felt this
way in a while.  She was horny.
     It had been some time since she'd had sex, Rachel thought.  The
handlers who had ruled a third of her life had trained her to ignore her
needs.  She thought back before that, though, to the time Franklin Richards
had popped her cherry.
     It had been in the Danger Room of the mansion, when she was fourteen.
Frank had been seventeen at the time.  Frank had programmed the Room to
create a hologram of a sunset on a Hawaiian beach.  The way his lips had
kissed her, the way his hands touched her breasts and pussy, inflamed her
body.  He had taken her then, and the sensation was exquisite.  She had
felt only pleasure as his dick ripped her hymen.
     Just remembering these events made her body lust even more.  She
slipped her left index finger into her pussy, and moaned softly with
pleasure.  She fingered her clit with her right hand, and slipped another
finger into her pussy, moving them in and out of her pussy in unison with
the fingering she was performing on her clit.  She leaned against the
wall of the shower, moving one hand up to her breasts as she continued to
thrust her fingers into her pussy.  She rubbed both breasts as she
inserted a third finger into her pussy.
     Sensations racked her body as she approached orgasm.  She reached
out with her inherited telekinesis and rubbed her clit with that, as she
rubbed her breasts even harder and thrust her fingers deeper and deeper
into her flowing pussy.
     She came, as more and more sensations rocked her body.  Screams
escaped her lips as she came explosively.
     After an eternity, Rachel returned to reality, her pulse slowing to
normal.  She stepped out of the shower and turned it off.  She used her
telekinesis to remove the excess water from her skin.  She examined
herself in the full-length mirror provided by the hotel.
     Rachel was a very athletic 20-year-old woman, standing 5' 9" with a
32-22-34 figure.  Her firm young breasts stood out, not sagging at all.
Her hair was a shoulder-length mane of flame red, and this was further
accentuated by the fine red triangle above her pussy.  Unconsciously, she
used her telekinesis to form her hair into a single braided ponytail down to the
nape of her neck.  She studied herself in the mirror more closely.
Despite heaving came, she was not satisfied.  She needed a man.
     Slipping into a cotton bathrobe, Rachel stepped out into the suite
to make her way back to her room.  She promptly ran into a teammate,
Wolverine.
     "Enjoy yourself, red?" he asked, smoking his ever-present Havana cigar.
     "I don't know what you're talking about, Wolvie," she replied
innocently, smiling.
     "Who are you foolin', kid," Wolverine stated gruffly.  "I can tell
fresh musk when I smell it.  Believe me, I've smelled enough of it."
     "Are you..?" she started to ask.
     "Sorry, kiddo.  Ain't interested."
     "Oh," Rachel sighed.  "Be seeing ya."  She walked towards her room
in the suite.
     Before she entered her room, she did a telepathic scan of the area,
to see who might of heard her in the shower.  Only Wolverine and Cyclops,
her father, were around.  Scott Summers, Cyclops, was on the
transatlantic line with his wife, Madelyne Pryor-Summers, and did not
hear anything.  Seeing the mental image of Maddie in his mind, Rachel was
again bewildered about how closely Maddie resembled Scott's first love,


Jean Grey, the late Phoenix.
     To Rachel, this was wrong.  Her parents were Scott and Jean, not
Scott and Maddie.  Rachel had learned of her mother's premature death
upon her appearance in this time period.  Rachel had traveled to the
past after the X-Men of her time period had all been killed.  She had
often wondered if Jean and Maddie were linked in some way.
     A strange feeling shot through her body, as she peeked in Scott's
room.  Her father was sprawled across his bed, naked from the waist
down.  His hand slowly stroked his cock as he talked softly to his wife.
Rachel knew she shouldn't do this, but she had no choice; she _needed_ to
hear what was being said.  She gently established a telepathic link with
him, eavesdropping on his thoughts.
     "Fuck me, Scott," Maddie called through the phone.  "Fuck me like
you never fucked me before."  Scott moaned and rubbed his cock harder.
     "Oh fuck!" Scott yelled, rubbing his dick furiously.  Rachel stared
at her father's dick.  She guessed it to be about seven and a half inches
long, and about an inch and a half in diameter.  This contrasted greatly
with the rest of his body.  Scott was tall, about 6'2", with dark brown
hair and a slim, though athletic, build.
     "I'm fucking you, honey," Scott told her.  "I'm fucking you harder
than I ever fucked anybody in my life."
     'Not true, Dad,' Rachel thought to herself.  She thought back to the
one day, when she was ten, and she snuck into her parents' bedroom when
they were doing at it.  What she saw here was mild compared to what she
saw then.
     "I'm coming! I'm coming!" Scott called, his body convulsing as he
shot his sperm all over the bed.
     "NOT YET!" Maddy yelled.  Scott, exhausted, dropped the receiver.
Rachel reached out with her telekinesis and, amidst Maddy's protests, set
the phone on its holder.
     Rachel sauntered into the room, feeling extremely bold.  Seeing her
father's cock had intensified her horniness.  She shed her bathrobe,
knelt by her father's cock, and started to lick it, drinking up the
excess jizm that stuck to his cock.  Scott's dick, having shrunk,
twitched and started to grow again.
     Rachel was delirious.  She had dreamed of doing this for ten years
(six, actually, if you didn't count her time as a hound), and now she
was fulfilling those dreams.
     Scott groggily reached down and grasped Rachel's head in his hands,
silently insisting for her to take more into her mouth.  Rachel did so,
pressing the tip of his cock against her tonsils with every thrust.
     Rachel deep-throated her father as if born with a cock in her
mouth.  Scott jerked his head up off the pillow and looked down at his
cock.  Rachel, noticing his confused expression, gazed up at him, nothing
but unbridled lust burning in her eyes.
     "Stand up," he groaned.  She did so, giving him a good look at her
young, hot body.  His eyes studied her body, soaking in her firm tits,
down to her flat stomach, and paused at the light patch between her legs.
     "You're a natural redhead," he breathed.  "Just like Jean..."
     Rachel walked over to him, her pussy mere inches away from his nose.
     "Would you like a taste?" she asked, innocently.  He simply nodded.
She leaned over him, taking his cock back into her mouth, as she
positioned her pussy right over his face.
     Scott was an expert pussy eater, alternating between teasing her clit
with his tongue and plunging that same tongue deep within her well
lubricated pussy.  It didn't take long before he'd worked Rachel up to
the brink of orgasm.  And yet, he didn't.  Each time he sensed she was
getting close, he backed off on his lovemaking.
     "Oh for crissakes, D- Slim, are you gonna make me come or not?"
she panted after the third time.
     "Just warming you up, Red," he said, giving her clit a lick.  "I
don't want you to get _too_ worked up _just_ yet."
     He brought her to the brink of orgasm a fourth time before she
decided to take their encounter the final step.  As she neared orgasm,
knowing he was going to pull away at the last second, she pulled herself
off of his dick, raised herself slightly into the air, turned to face


him, and impaled herself on his hot rod, using her telekinesis to guide
it into her without mishap.
     "Oh, yes, Daddy!" she screamed.  "Fuck me, Daddy!  Fuck me!"
     This threw Scott for a loop.  Apparently, Scott figured, he reminded
her of her father, and this was a fantasy of hers.  Even then, he did not
think she was being 100% literal.  He decided to give her what she
wanted, a nice hard fuck.  As she rode up and down on his prink, he
thrust his hips up in time with hers, plunging his cock deeper inside
her.
     He reached up, pulling her close to him.  They kissed, hungrily
chasing each others' tongues while thrusting their hips together.  They
rolled, still joined together, so that Scott was on top.  He plunged
deep, Rachel noisily encouraging him to fuck her even harder.  It was
more than Scott could stand.  He came, his cock exploding inside his
time-lost daughter.  His orgasm triggered her own.  For both of them,
time stopped.

	Scott and Rachel slept in each others' arms.  Rachel inwardly
smiled to herself.  The X-Men only had a few days laft in Paris before
Magneto's trial, and she intended to spend as much of them as possible in
her father's bed.

