Emma’s thighs saves lives (EchoSaber) [Marvel Rivals]

Emma Frost and Cyclops: Hellfire Gala Heat (Emma Frost Marvel Rivals Hentai)

The Hellfire Gala pulsed with decadence, the grand ballroom awash in golden light and the murmur of mutant elite. Extravagant costumes glittered under chandeliers, but Emma Frost outshone them all. Her white gown hugged her voluptuous figure, the high slit exposing her thick, creamy thighs with every step. She sipped her champagne, her icy blue eyes scanning the crowd until they locked onto Scott Summers—Cyclops—standing tall in a sharp tuxedo, his ruby-quartz visor catching the light. A smirk curled her lips. Tonight, she’d have him.

“Scott,” she purred, gliding toward him, her hips swaying seductively. “It’s been too long.”

He turned, his stoic facade cracking with a flicker of desire. “Emma. You look… stunning.”

She laughed, low and throaty. “Flattery, darling? You know that’s my weakness. Join me for a drink—I’ve got a bottle of vintage wine in the lounge that’s begging to be tasted.”

Scott hesitated, then nodded. “Lead the way.” (X-Men Hentai)

In the private lounge, the air was quieter, the distant hum of the gala a soft backdrop. Emma poured two glasses of deep red wine, handing one to Scott. They clinked glasses, the rich, velvety flavor warming their throats as they sipped.

“How’ve you been?” Scott asked, his voice steady but his eyes drifting to her exposed thigh as she crossed her legs, the slit of her dress falling open. (Marvel Rivals Hentai)

“Same old chaos,” Emma replied, leaning back to accentuate her curves. “But tonight’s for indulgence, don’t you think?”

His gaze lingered on her thick thighs, and he coughed, looking away. “Yeah, a break’s nice.”

Emma smirked, sensing his tension. She set her glass down and slid closer on the plush couch. “You’re too wound up, Scott. A leader needs to… unwind sometimes.” Her hand rested on his thigh, fingers brushing dangerously close to his crotch.

“Emma, I—” he started, but she cut him off.

“Shh,” she whispered, her lips brushing his ear. “Feel, don’t think.” Then she kissed him—hard, her tongue teasing his. After a beat, Scott surrendered, his arms pulling her tight as their kiss deepened.

Emma broke the kiss, her breath hot against his lips. “Follow me.” She led him to a guest room off the lounge, locking the door behind them. With a wicked grin, she pushed him onto the bed and straddled his hips, her thick thighs clamping around him.

“I’ve wanted this,” she murmured, unbuttoning his shirt to reveal his toned chest. Scott tugged her dress down, exposing her full, perky tits, nipples already hard. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he rasped, hands cupping her breasts.

breasts.
She grinned, grinding against the bulge in his pants. “You’ve got no idea.” Standing, she shimmied out of her gown, letting it pool on the floor. Scott’s jaw dropped at her naked body—those lush tits, trim waist, and thick, powerful thighs that begged to be touched.

He shed his clothes in a rush, his dick springing free, hard and throbbing. Emma licked her lips and knelt between his legs, taking his cock in her mouth. “Fuck,” Scott groaned, head tipping back as she sucked him deep, her tongue swirling around his shaft, teasing the tip. She worked him until he was panting, then he pulled her up, flipping her onto her back.

“My turn,” he growled, kissing down her body. He lingered on her tits, sucking her nipples until she moaned, then trailed lower. Parting her thick thighs, he buried his face in her pussy, licking her clit with slow, deliberate strokes. Emma gasped, hands fisting the sheets. “Yes, Scott—fuck, right there!”

He ate her out until she was trembling, her juices coating his lips. Then he climbed up, positioning his dick at her entrance. With one thrust, he slid inside her wet pussy, both of them moaning at the tight, perfect fit.

Scott fucked her slowly at first, savoring her heat, then picked up the pace. Emma wrapped her thick thighs around his waist, pulling him deeper. “Harder,” she demanded, voice husky. He obeyed, pounding into her, his cock stretching her pussy as she cried out.

They switched, Emma climbing on top, her tits bouncing as she rode his dick. “Fuck, you feel so good,” she gasped, grinding her clit against him. Then Scott flipped her again, taking her from behind, hands gripping her hips as he slammed into her, her thick thighs quivering with each thrust.

He pulled her legs up, resting them on his shoulders, his body nestled between her thighs as he fucked her deep. “Emma—shit, I’m close,” he grunted. She clenched around him, her own orgasm building. “Come for me, Scott—fill me up.”

With a final, hard thrust, he did, his dick pulsing as he spilled inside her. Emma’s pussy tightened, her climax hitting like a wave, a scream tearing from her throat. They collapsed together, sweaty and spent, her thick thighs still tangled with his legs.

“Fucking incredible,” Scott panted, still dazed.

Emma traced lazy circles on his chest, smirking. “We should make this a habit.” She sat up, retrieving her dress. “But for now, back to the party before tongues wag.”

They dressed, sharing a lingering kiss before slipping out, rejoining the Hellfire Gala with their secret locked away—a night of wine, lust, and Emma Frost’s irresistible thighs.