Rapturous Rhapsody

Em arranged the files on her desk, making sure that everything was in order from when Mikael would need them. Then she checked the weekly schedule, set up a reminder to reschedule a lunch with Richards, and shot off an email to cancel a meeting with Worthington Industries-

-then froze.

...What was happening?

Slowly, Em scanned the waiting room, panning from her desk to luxurious chairs and tasteful decor.

It was a familiar room. One she had seen thousands of times as she passed through it on the way to her office in Frost Pharmaceuticals.

Sometimes, she'd even stop and talk to whichever secretary she had at the time to keep up the illusion that she couldn't just pull any answers she needed from their head.

A secretary whose desk she now sat behind, facing a waiting room with notable businessmen and women, well known figures, or celebrities forced to sit patiently until her boss decided they were worthy of his time.

Her boss...

Em's heartbeat quickened into a frenzied pace as she realized what was going on.

What it meant...

Mikael had rewritten reality... or at least her reality.

Em had memories of waking up in her luxurious apartment, having her chauffeur drive her to the Frost headquarters, and beginning another day on the job. The same job as the day before.

The same job she'd had for years.

Em had memories of years of schooling, of clawing her way of up the political and business world. Decades of effort, all to get this position as Mikael's secretary.

Yet... none of it had actually happened, had it?

It was all Mikael's creation.

Done on a whim.

Was it an illusion? A pocket world? Another dimension? Or was this all a wholesale creation that Mikael had made from scratch, just for her?

Because Mikael, even with all his power, wouldn't control her.

Yes, this was all fake, as were her memories, but he had done it in such a way to ensure she knew it was fake.

She hadn't been in this... illusion, for lack of clarification, for more than a few seconds.

If Em wanted to, she could purge these fake memories from her mind in heartbeat. They were clearly separate and untethered from what had really happened.

A mental snip, and it would all come falling apart.

But Em wouldn't cut this world from her mind even if Darkseid were here and tried to force her too.

Yes, the memories were fake, but they meant something real.

No, she hadn't spent years aspiring to be Mikael's secretary.

Instead, she had spent much longer than that trying to be something much greater.

His.

Em had the memories of His Emma. She had the Element, the feelings, even the semblance of Emma Frost.

When she had first stepped through that portal, fresh from 'her' death at Darkseid's hands, she had thought of herself as His Emma.

But she wasn't.

The look on his face, when he had gazed at her at that moment, at once loving and completely heartbroken, had told Emma what she was.

She was just another Company clone.

Em was just one of countless 'Emma Frosts' from the multiverse stored for the multidimensional sex slavery ring, ready to be shipped out to the next purchaser.

Warranty did not fix the broken 'product.'

It simply replaced it with one so identical that only a being so beyond common sense in both insight and madness would be able to tell the difference.

And Em had to live with that knowledge.

Live with the knowledge that even though her very soul had been molded into the shape of a women, she was not His Emma Frost.

He brought back His Emma with his Ascendance, but where did that leave Em?

He had offered to free her of their influence, from the memories of Emma let her redefine herself without the Company's control.

Em had vehemently refused.

To do so would be to kill the 'her' now and replace her with whatever 'Emma Frost' had been first shipped to the Company.

Even though Mikael accepted her decision, Em knew it reminded him too much of His Emma.

After all, hadn't he done the same thing to her? Sure, it was accidental, but there was no denying that the Emma Frost first summoned to the Island had died in the mind of a Mad Dragon, reborn as His Emma.

And that was the crux of the issue.

Em still remembered that Madness, that Love.

She knew what it meant to be His.

And she wasn't anymore.

Maybe one of the others, like Scathach or Robin would be able to move on from that. Take Mikael's offer of a fresh start on any world, even with the memories, and move beyond what they remembered but never really existed.

But not Em.

Say what you will about Emma Frost, but she wouldn't be broken by something like this.

So, she had set out to do what Frost had failed to achieve.

Become His.

The first step was to separate herself from His Emma. Only slightly though.

Only enough to matter.

Her platinum blonde hair was done up in a tight bun instead of hanging loose. Her blue eyes were framed with glasses. Her wardrobe became more functional, even if still flattering.

And, most importantly, Em gave up all plans, any at all, that had anything to do with Mikael and the Family. Or perhaps it would be better to say that she had dedicated herself fully to exactly one plan and nothing else was left.

Become someone Mikael would wholly see as His.

A mad plan, concocted by a mad woman in search of a Mad Love.

For years, through countless worlds, Em served as Mikael's absolute right hand.

In a way, her existence was superfluous.

Mikael was Existence.

Any dimension he touched became part of him, just as Em was. He was powerful enough that nothing she provided he couldn't do himself, faster and better.

But there in lay the key to Em's plan.

Even if she wasn't His anymore, Emma Frost knew Mikael.

Mikael hated boredom, loneliness, and forcing others to get what he wanted.

Could he find a cultivation world and suddenly know everything there was to know about it?

Sure, but he wouldn't for the same reason he lived his life separate from all the knowledge seeing the future would bring.

Because otherwise it would be boring.

Mikael would exist forever, there was no need to rush.

So, if he wanted a sect's secret manuals, and didn't want to start acting like an omnipotent god (even though he was one) he would do things the fun way.

Fun, like setting up a fake sect and start trolling everyone else in the world.

And Em would be there, by his side, every step of the way.

For years, Em had steadily continued her plan. Not to become indispensable, for Mikael was too powerful for that, but to be as ubiquitous as his own hands.

As ubiquitous as everything else that was His.

With memories of his Love burning her mind like a prod...

With the phantom touches from nights that never were searing across her skin...

With the certainty of her own existence being nothing more than a forgery reflected in his eyes...

Em endured for years.

If she just wanted sex, Em could have had it in that first year. Emma made no secret of her desire to have her... clone, for lack of better term, join them in bed. Even the rest of the Family, as jealous as some could be, probably wouldn't have stopped it. They understood her situation and, with Mikael's ability to be anywhere he wished to be, early concerns of lack of attention were things of the past.

But Em didn't want sex... or at least not just sex.

(It had been years since she got any, after all. A woman had needs. Just because Em was laying the groundwork for eternity, didn't mean that she didn't get horny.)

No, Em wanted what she remembered having.

That Mad Love from a man, a monster, and a god.

And she wouldn't settle for anything less.

Mikael had been understanding and laid out their 'deal' in as plain terms as he could.

'You are not Mine.' His eyes hadn't been unkind, but they had been firm. 'Just as the countless other Emma Frosts through the multiverse that I can see, speak to, and seduce if I wished are not Mine. My love, crazy as it sounds, is born from the women who helped me at my lowest throughout a century a hell, compounded by the pulling them into my Dream for millions of years. I cannot even promise that you can be Mine. Or if it is possible, it will happen any time soon. Are you sure this is what you want?'

As always, Mikael let people make their own decisions.

And as always, Em didn't see any other choice.

Even if it meant millions of years, or billions...

Even if she had to wait till universes died and Mikael and what remained of the Family were the last beings that existed...

Emma Frost, the one born in the mind of a Mad Dragon's Mad Love, and the one created in her image, was just as broken as the man she fell in love with.

Only it hadn't taken millions of years.

It hadn't even taken two decades.

As she looked around this fake recreation of her office, as she reviewed the fake memories planted in her head, Em didn't need Mikael to say a single word to understand everything.

So, rather than react in any way to indicate that she was slightly different than the fake memories depicted her as Em continued her secretarial duties without a pause.

Even as her heart beat a stampede through her chest and her panties flooded with her arousal.

It was... easy.

These fake memories came with everything she needed to know.

In them, this day was not special. A regular Wednesday spent working as the secretary for the CEO of Frost Pharmaceuticals.

(Of course it was a Wednesday. Mikael hated Mondays but he hated Tuesdays more. Even as Existence, he still griped about the first two days of the week.

He probably would until the End.)

One after another, guests came and went as Em worked another day away.

She answered the phone, created appointments, canceled others, and passed messages through a dozen sub-divisions of the company. She even took a lunch break.

Hours passed.

...Did they?

For the second time, Em froze.

What... what was happening?

She thought she knew. She could separate the fake memories easily. But... It was so easy to fall into them.

Or had she?

Had only a moment passed and it only felt like hours because HE willed her to feel like that?

What was real? What was fake?

Where did her mind end and HIS creation begin?

NO!

That was the trick!

It was all HIM!

He was Existence!

Time. Space. Fake. Real.

None of it mattered!

He could trap her in this little mirage in her own mind for an eternity, yet only a second would pass!

The only reason she, pitifully weak and insignificant in comparison to Him, had even a chance of being more than a spec in that vast infinity of power and Love was because of who she was.

Because of whom He was! He was Free. He was Life. He was Existence.

But more than that, He was Mikael!

He would never do something like that to her because she was....

...It was all Em could do not to start furiously masturbating at her desk at the idea.

The bastard was teasing her!

Playing on both her fetishes and her deepest desire!

He was letting her stew in her juices, winding her up and up and up and up until Em was ready to burst.

And it was working!

The bastard.

As if to prove her point, Em watched the office door open.

She knew who was leaving. She'd been the one to let them in.

Yet Em couldn't help that her eye began to twitch as she watched the redhead stumble on wobbly legs, keeping her hand on the door for support.

"Sorry," Jean Grey mumbled in shame, her face flushed in embarrassment as she caught Em's eyes.

"Don't worry." Em plastered on her best Secretary Smile as she rose to her feet. "It happens all the time."

Like the other four women today, Emma escorted the mutant to the nearby bathroom, pointing out the various supplies provided to help clean herself up.

She then returned to her desk, grabbed the cleaning supplies and set out to wipe the floor from the trail Jean had left under the eyes of the others waiting to be called to Mikael's office.

Shame, arousal, humiliation and pride burned in Em's chest.

This was hardly the first time she'd helped clean up after one of Mikael's lovers. She'd been by his side for years.

Em always felt a surge of pride whenever her love demonstrated his superiority, whether as a lover, a man, a god, a fighter or in any other way.

The difference was the fact that 'Jean Grey' was not a member of the Family.

Mikael could of course grab a Jean Grey from any universe if he wanted to but even after his ascension, he'd remained fastidiously loyal to his wives.

(Much to many a woman's consternation Mikael didn't really do 'flings.'

If some truly wished to join the Family, they'd have to make a genuine effort over years to establish a relationship with everyone before any sort of sex was possible. So far only Em and Valeria were the only ones who'd remained for longer than a few years.

Well, them and Hippolyta. But she always claimed, 'Even if I travel with you, I have no desire to join with Lord Mikael in such a manner.'

Nobody was buying that line of self-delusion, but Mikael was fastidious in not forcing anything on anyone not an enemy.

Even if Em knew Emma had a week of Date Days placed on the woman caving in the next century.)

Which meant that this wasn't a real person, but rather an illusion or a solidified image that Mikael created just to mess with Em.

And of Jean Grey of all people!

It didn't matter that the fake memories in her head told her there was hardly a day gone by where some woman didn't come out of his office in such a disheveled state.

What mattered was that Mikael had chosen the fake Jean Grey to be the one Em saw with cum dripping down her well used snatch and forced to clean up after!

Even if she held no love for Scott Summers anymore, Em still had her pride. She had the memories of 'Emma Frost' losing to the redhead in almost any way that mattered. To see her reduced to such a state validated Em on a deep level yet caused her to burn with intense jealousy.

The two emotions, and others, wared within her and just stoked her arousal even higher.

One way or the other, Mikael better make good on what he was doing to her, or Em was liable to explode.

Finally, Em finished cleaning the floor and rose to put away the cleaning supplies. She straightened out her too tight, too short skirt, well aware everyone in the room had gotten an eyeful of her sodden panties.

She then double checked her white blazer, ensuring that its sole button hadn't popped from its tightness and that her breasts were pressing against it in such a way that it was clear she had nothing underneath yet still barely covered her areola to maintain the pretense of decency.

Not that it fooled anyone.

Em Frost was the picture of a slutty secretary, more at home in a porn film than any sort of professional setting.

It was as she was retaking a seat at her desk that her phone rang.

Em's heartbeat picked up as she noticed the number displayed.

"Yes Sir?"

"Come to my office."

That was it.

No explanation.

Four words.

A simple command in a tone that allowed no argument, said loud enough that everyone in the waiting room heard it.

All eyes were on Em Frost.

What would happen next was perfectly clear to everyone. If she went in there, they knew exactly what would happen to her.

There was only one thing she could say to that.

"Yes Sir."

With the grace of a queen, Em rose to her feet and went to meet her fate.

Her high heels clicked across the wood floor as she entered the office, making sure to close the door behind her.

For a second, Em just stood there.

Everything, from the furniture to the art and lighting, was exactly as she remembered from her home world.

With one difference.

Mikael was in her... his seat, reclining in the high back chair behind his desk. He was turned perpendicular to the door and his desk, allowing him to look out over the window that made up the back wall with an overview of New York.

Mikael didn't look at her as she entered.

Em approached with measured strides. Not fast, but not slow either.

Click. "Ack." Clack. "Gluck." Click. "Slurp." Clack. "Ack."

Em arrived in front of the desk, standing far enough away that she wasn't looming over it, yet close enough that she could watch the head of platinum blonde hair rise and fall as it skull-fucked itself into Mikael's crotch.

"You wanted to see me, Sir?"

"Gulp gulp gulp."

"How long have you been with me Em?"

Mikael was still looking out the window, even as his hand reaching down to hold Emma Frost's head down as he came down her throat.

Em could have given the answer from the fake memories he had implanted.

Yet...

She couldn't read his mind. Nor Emma's. They weren't blocked so much it was as if they weren't there.

Unsure whether to continue the role play or not, she decided to give the answer in her heart.

"It has been thirteen years, forty-eight days, six hours, and twenty-seven minutes since I stepped out of that portal."

Every second a hell. Having the memories of being His yet knowing she truly had never been.

A torment that might end soon.

Finally, Mikael looked Em in the eyes.

Even without reading his mind, Em understood.

She had chosen to break the fantasy to be sincere and he would respond in kind.

"I will be honest," he said gravely. "I hated you."

"I know."

For there to be hope of your love to come back to life, only for a clone to appear?

To be strong enough to tell the difference yet weak enough to be unable to do anything about it?

Em hadn't needed to see into his mind to know what Mikael had felt at that moment. She had seen it in his eyes.

"When I got Emma back," Mikael continued, running his hand gently through his wife's hair. She had swallowed everything and was now licking him clean. "I... didn't know what to do with you. I don't look into the future so I had no idea what relationship we would or even could have."

Everyone knew Mikael heavily limited himself in day-to-day life. It would be easy for him to act as an omniscient, omnipresent being but he chose to remain largely as he was.

Not only would knowing what was to come ruin the fun of Life, but he never wanted to become something or someone he wasn't.

The greater 'Existence-Mikael' was as powerful as one could expect, and would stop anything truly catastrophic, but the 'Mikael' that they knew was what he chose to be.

And, in so doing, he could make mistakes.

Mess up, miscommunication, misunderstand, or even accidentally hurt those he loved. Such was the price Mikael chose to pay to engage the Family not as a deity, but as an equal.

"I decided to leave it up to you," Mikael continued. Emma, her job done, tucked his dick back into his pants and redid his belt. "I can't undo what had been done to you without killing the 'you' now, but I could give you that one freedom. You chose to stay, even knowing it might not lead anywhere."

"Because it was worth it."

"...I don't think it is," Mikael sighed. "You already have every benefit I have given to my Family. If it had been me, I would have left. No doubt I'd spend years, perhaps decades, getting over the heartbreak, but that would be better than waiting for a future that might never come. For something that might be impossible."

"I am not you."

"No. You're not." Mikael rose to his feet to tower over the two Emma Frosts. "And you aren't My Emma. You never will be."

Even now, even after all these years of knowing it to be true, even with that fact so seared into her soul that she wouldn't forget it in death, it still hurt Em to hear that on a level most could never understand.

Emma remained kneeling beside the desk as Mikael stepped around until he was within arm's reach of Em.

"I watched over My Family for millions of years as a Great One. Before that, I spent years trapped in my own personal hell where they were the sole light in that darkness. I will never be in the same mindset as that again. Even if I wanted to, which I do not, I will never be able to replicate that unique position that led to loving them in the way I do."

That was the bare truth and why Em's wish might be impossible.

Mikael might be the same man, but the situation had changed.

There were an infinite number of 'Emma Frosts' throughout the multiverse, just the same as his other wives, but only one version of them had been with Mikael through his lowest moments.

Only one Emma existed that had hurt Mikael and been hurt in turn. Only one Emma who he had made his confidant and served as a pivotal instrument on the Island in bringing the Family together.

There was only one Emma Frost who had been born from the Mad Love of an eldritch god.

And Em was not her.

She could never be her.

"I never thought loving someone else was impossible," Mikael continued, his hands rising to cup her pale cheeks. His thumb rubbed the tear from her eyes. "Eternity is a long time, after all. Statistically, it is almost certain. So, I gave myself rules. Rule to make sure I never betrayed myself and My Family. One, they had to be part of the Family, not just my lover. Everyone had to agree. We'd be together forever, after all."

To become someone, he thought of as a 'wife' was to be part of the Family in its entirety. Even if he could get away with it, easily too, Mikael would never cheat. To marry him, was to marry the entire Family.

You didn't have to have sex with anyone else, become their best friends, bend over backward to please them, or even be super close.

You just had to be willing to be part of their lives for the rest of Existence and have them willing to reciprocate the feeling.

"Two, I'd never seduce someone directly. If they wanted this, they had to know everything going in. No lies. Not even the slightest pretense to be someone and something I'm not."

Mikael was happy.

Why would he go out of his way to seduce someone? If anyone wanted to join, they'd be the ones who needed to carve out a niche for themselves to see if they fit.

"Finally, I set the hardest rule. The one I thought might never be achieved. I can't make an absurd claim to 'love everyone equally.' Everyone I love, I love in a different way because they are different people. I love my sons just as much as I love my daughters just as much as I love my wives, but each love is different. From Ismene's innocence to Scathach's bloodthirst. So, I gave myself the rule that, no matter what I felt for someone, I'd never even bring it up to the Family unless I was certain that those feelings were just as intense as those I felt for the others."

Em was openly weeping, her mascara running down her face in dark rivulets in a mirror of Emma's but without the intense sex as an excuse.

"You cleared all three rules seven years ago."

Em's heart stopped.

"Despite your best efforts, you are still based on My Emma. You look like her. You think like her. You act like her. You talk like her. The only difference was that you weren't Mine," Mikael's voice was gentle and sad, his eyes not wavering from hers. "For you alone, I created a fourth rule. When I look at you, I should only see you. Not My Emma. My Em."

Mikael opened his mind to Em...

...No.

As he leaned down to kiss her, Mikael opened his soul to Em, conveyed through his mind.

She was back.

For the very first time, Em was bathed in that Mad Love and knew it was for her.

It was everything she remembered it being and so much more.

Emma Frost had been Chosen and, in her hubris, threw herself into the mind of Great One in a desperate bid for some sort of control over her situation. She'd wanted freedom and saw Mikael as her jailer, instead of a fellow prisoner.

Emma Frost had died from the incomprehensible Mad Love and Emma had been born from that union.

Em remembered that moment, even years later.

What she didn't remember, couldn't remember because it never happened, was falling into that same mind after it had ascended.

The mind of a Tier 10 had killed Emma Frost.

The mind of a Tier 12 was so much more.

Mikael gave her just a peek at who- WHAT he was.

He was everywhere, everywhen, and everything.

Completely Free, he continued to spread and spread without limits. New multiverses became just a part of him faster than her mind could comprehend. He became their past, present and future.

Mikael was everything that was, had been, would be, could be, or would never be.

The End was there, another part of Existence, because The End existed.

The End wasn't there, because even Existence had an End.

Completely separate, yet intertwined, the two raced freely, encompassing all in their 'selves.'

An enumerable infinity within infinities within infinities that continued to expand to infinities were all 'Mikael.'

And it loved her.

Em felt Existence's love for her.

Felt every moment that would ever exist, every being that could ever exist, and every thing that had ever existed before, all united as 'Mikael.'

A man who refused to yield his madness until all of existence yielded to him instead.

And that will, that Existence, that madness, was all focused on what he Loved.

And Em was now counted among them.

... To call what happened to Em at that moment a climax would be wrong.

An orgasm was a physical experience brought on by arousal, mental and physical, brought to the point where the body reached a crescendo and flooded the brain with all sorts of pleasure chemicals.

Em did not experience a climax.

Em experienced rapture.

A transcendental experience that elevated her entire being.

Love, pleasure, certainty, pride, joy, safety, and so much more.

To be His was to be fundamentally different than everything Not-His.

And, finally, after all these years, Em was His again.

When she opened her eyes, Em wasn't the slightest bit different physically than she had been a moment before.

Yet... The best way to put it into words someone could understand was that Em Frost was now a fundamental part of Existence, as eternal and sacrosanct as He was.

No more powerful than before, but the quality of her very being was so much greater, even if the quantity remained the same.

If one considered the Family each a part of Him, then Em had taken up one nineteenth of Existence. The rest remained undiminished, even as she joined them, for one could not divide infinity and expect the result to be lesser than infinity.

Mikael's eyes were all on her in this moment and Em knew that, even now, he couldn't really grasp what he had just done.

Well, no. That wasn't true. He literally could grasp it. He was Existence and she was as much part of Him as everything else. If he wished he could know exactly what this meant to her.

Yet even if he chose to live her life, he still wouldn't get it. It would be no different than reading a book to him. An incredibly intimate book that went into excruciating detail, but just... words.

To Mikeal, the act of loving someone was just a matter of emotions, no different than every other human out there. Because he chose to remain 'Mikael.'

To Em, the act of being Loved was a religious experience.

No matter how they tried, a god could not understand his priestess.

But that was alright.

All the god needed to do was to Love, for that was the greatest blessing the priestess could ever wish for.

"Welcome back," Mikael said, his lips quirked up in that teasing smirk of his. He was fully capable of being sincere, caring, and taking important moments seriously. But when those moments were over, he went back to his natural state. "Enjoy your trip?"

Em let out a content hum.

For the first time in over a decade, everything was right in the world.

Now, there was just one thing left to do.

Em stepped back, readjusted her blazer for the second time in as many minutes, enjoying the way his eyes focused on her exposed cleavage.

Her ice blue eyes met his through her rectangular glasses.

"You called for me Sir?"

His eyebrow quirked and laughter shone through his slit pupils at how quickly she had returned to their little role play.

Em felt no shame.

She had a decade long dry spell to break, and Mikael had set things up to push every one of her buttons. Now that she was His again, he had better be willing to give her the payoff she desperately needed.

"Yes," Mikael eventually said after chuckling lightly. He retook his seat behind her... his desk. "How long have you been working for me Em?"

"Years, Sir."

"In all that time, you've been the perfect secretary a man could ask for." Mikael nodded gravely. "Competent. Dutiful. Loyal. There has not been a task I've given you that you've failed at carrying out. You've gone above and beyond what could be expected."

"Thank you, Sir."

"Yet, in all the years since I've taken over this company, one can't deny the one task at which you've failed."

"Sir?"

"Do you need me to spell it out for you?" Mikael raised a brow imperiously at Em in disapproval. He waived his hand dismissively at the still kneeling Emma. "Even this useless whore understands without being told."

"You've succeeded as a secretary," Emma spoke for the first time in this little fantasy. Emma was playing the role of 'Emma Frost,' the previous CEO who'd been put in her place for her arrogance. Little more than a sex slave kept around as a prize to be paraded around and denigrated. "But you've failed your duty as his woman."

It was a wonderfully cathartic sight for Em, not even ruined by the fact that she would probably be playing the same role in future plays. It was only fair, after all.

Besides, with Emma's memories, Em had also dearly wished to see Mikael fuck another version of herself. The fact that it took over a decade to get the threesome with herself was a travesty that needed to be corrected... Vigorously.

(It does bear pointing out that, for all Emma, and Em by extension, hated the 'Emma Frost' first summoned to the Island and other versions of herself, they were also still 'Emma Frost.' That came with a certain ego, a belief that 'she' was the best fit for Mikael.

With as much as a kinky woman as she was even before Mikael, it bore little surprise that one of her greatest fantasies was to see another version of herself get absolutely mindbroken by her husband. It was the perfect ego booster, both because she saw 'herself' as the most attractive woman and as an ego boost.

'Her' man was obviously better and any other 'Emma Frost's' man.)

Still, it wouldn't do to give the game away too soon. Mikael did enjoy the chase a bit.

"...Sir?" Em made sure her voice was just a touch hesitant, as if not understanding.

In the fake memories, Em had never been a target of sexual advances from Mikael. That was partly the reason she wore such slutty clothes, because she was trying to entice him to act.

After years of cleaning up the mess of all his other conquests, Em's fake memories told her he'd only need to wink at her, and she'd bend over her desk and spread her legs to be railed in front of everyone.

Yet nothing had happened until now.

Mikael sighed, as if in disappointment.

"I had such high hopes for you. Yet, even after all these years, you still don't understand."

"Understand what, Sir?"

Mikael shook his head and lightly waved his hand.

Emma rose to her feet.

Unlike Em, who had at least the pretense of modesty, Emma was 'dressed' to represent exactly what she was.

A sex slave.

If one squinted, one could almost imagine it was her outfit as the White Queen. The long white gloves and thick heeled boots that reached her knees were the same as was the white choker. She still wore the white corset... but that was where any resemblance ended.

The corset's lase ties still displayed her slim was completely open at the top to push up the pair of perfect tits. Not a stitch of fabric covered her breasts, and her pale nipples were on full display so everyone could see the metal piercings with tiny white dragons dangling with every twitch. Another of those little marks of servitude were fastened to the choker, making it resemble a collar.

Emma's groin was technically(?) covered. She wore the tiniest white panties, something to make even a G-string seem conservative, but not only were they white lace, but her arousal had turned them so sodden as to be see through.

Despite being dressed like the worst kind of slut, she carried herself with every ounce of pride and grace she did in the boardroom.

Even if she was a whore, Emma Frost was still the highest class of whore and you'd better respect that.

(It also helped that this wasn't even in the top 10 sluttiest things she'd ever worn. Even before Mikael and his... creativity in their sex lives, Emma Frost had a long history of being in an assortment of a-typical sexual situations, not the least of which was when she worked as a stripper for the Hellfire Club.

It also helped that she was, and Em by extension, extremely kinky.

Let me rephrase that:

In a Family which included: Yoruichi Shihouin, Wonder Woman, Glynda Goodwitch, Raven/Pride/Literally Satan, and MIKAEL!... Emma Frost was still the kinkiest one of the Family.

And now there were two of them.)

Emma didn't waste any time once she was near Em and the secretary didn't even try to resist as she was slammed forward, crashing into the sturdy desk and being forced to bend over it at a ninety-degree angle.

"You were waiting for him to fuck you, weren't you?" Emma snarled, forcing Em's head down onto the desk, her breasts spilling from her jacket and crushed flat against the hardwood. "Weren't you?!"

SMACK!

Em's entire body trembled as Emma's palm came down on her ass, her breasts pushed forward and now dangling off the edge of the desk within arm's reach of Mikael, who sat and watched apathetically.

It was as she stared into his eyes that Em answered.

"Yes." SMACK. "YES! I've been waiting for so long for you to fuck me." SMACK. "For you to bend me over my desk and ruin me with your big dick." SMACK. "Every morning, I woke up hoping you'd shove your cock down my throat." SMACK. "I've kept my ass clean and lubed every second just in case you wanted to bugger me in front of everyone." SMACK. "I've never touched a condom or a pill, hoping you'd want to creampie my desperate, needy pussy raw and fuck your bastard into me." SMACK. "But you never diiiiiIIIIIIIDDDDDD!"

Em was wailing by the end of her rant, her face red and eyes tearing slightly from the pain. Emma was not gentle with her spanks, and Em had to use her Aura to ensure she wasn't injured.

SMACK!

"This is why you're a failure," Emma spat out. "You kept waiting to be used. You should have begged." SMACK. "You should greet him every day by going to your knees under his desk." SMACK. "Every presentation you made should have been with his cock in you." SMACK. "Every time you answer the phone; it should be while bouncing on his lap." SMACK. "A good secretary does her job. A good woman does it while making sure her man doesn't need to do anything." SMACK! "Not even ask for her holes!"

Every word that came out of Emma's mouth seemed a revelation to Em, and her eyes were wide with understanding and regret by the end, as if the absurd statements were common sense she should have known all along.

Mikael just sat back and watched this one woman, two body play. Despite the impassive facade he kept up for the role play, he was terribly amused. He was certain that even if he didn't do anything but sit there, the two women in front of him would keep at it for hours, riling each other up further and further.

But Mikael wasn't the type to sit back, even if this was their fantasy.

...Largely their fantasy. He would admit to having a thing for women in uniform of all sorts, even slutty. Something about it demonstrating competence and his aversion to 'damsels' perhaps?

Either way, Secretary Em and White Queen Emma were definitely a feast for his eyes.

Besides, today was more about Em. Emma was being entirely too uppity for the play they were doing for her.

"Slut."

With one word and a look, Emma immediately ceased spanking Em, released her hold, and fell to her knees with a solid THUNK.

"She's right Sir," Em remained on his desk, the look of deepest regret on her face contrasting with the way her breasts dangled over the edge. She even wiggled a bit to make them sway in front of his eyes. "I've been a failure as your woman. Please punish me."

"I will," Mikael assured her but deepened his tone in displeasure. "But the slave overstepped her authority. You're my secretary. When you fail, it's up to me to deal with you. She's just a tool. A useful hole. You have control of her, not the other way around."

Mikael almost wanted to sigh at how clearly denigrating 'Emma Frost' was getting Em off. Even Emma was practically vibrating, and he was sure he'd have to repeat this exact scenario later with the roles reversed.

Just because he saw the hatred they held towards 'herself' as absurd, didn't mean she agreed and therapists were, ironically, the worst when it came to dealing with their own issues.

All he could do was hope the years would help them forgive, or at least forget, their 'self-hatred.'

That and use it as fodder for debauched sex play.

Hey, if it worked, it worked.

Most fetishes came from repressed issues anyway.

"Slut." Mikael repeated. "Pay your mistress back."

Emma wasted no time lifting Em's skirt, clearly laying bare her white stockings and garter belt framing her toned legs and amazing ass. With an experienced hand, Emma pulled down the transparent panties and dove in.

Em let out a lewd moan as Emma's experienced tongue went to work on her. The excitement and foreplay already had her on a razor's edge and she came immediately, spasming and shuddering on his desk.

Emma didn't let up and Em had no intention of stopping either. In fact, she decided to take the next step.

"Please use me to your heart's content, Sir." Em lowered her head as far as it would go over the desk's edge and opened her mouth wide.

Mikael easily wheeled his chair forward, raised it slightly, and pulled down his pants to let his dick free.

As soon as it was within reach, Em was on it as if it was the last drop of water in the desert.

Em slammed herself onto his turgid cock hard enough that it would have seriously hurt a mortal woman. There wasn't even a beat of delay as she used her hands to pull his chair forward so she could swallow it down to the root. Her mouth formed a tight seal at his base, her throat slightly distended by his girth.

And she came again.

She wasn't usually this...excitable. This was the type of response he usually got from Ranni, who was still the most sensitive of his wives.

...Maybe he'd underestimated how horny Em was after no sex for over a decade. She had Emma's memories of the few months between his release and his Ascension, so it wasn't like 'she' hadn't had sex with him before.

To make up for the delay, Mikael decided to give her exactly what she wanted.

With one hand, he grabbed Em by her tightly bound hair and yanked her off his dick. She gasped for air, eyes unfocused as her chest heaved up and down, much to his delight.

Then Mikael slammed it back down, re-hilting himself in her throat.

GLRK GLRK GLRK.

Over and over, he skull fucked her, Em's glasses crashing into his hips but remaining both intact and in-place. It was the only part remained pristine.

The rest of her slowly deteriorated as he continued to use her mouth like a sex toy. Her make up was already smeared from her earlier tears now ran like a river and copious drool flowed from her lips. Her hair retained its bun, but its neatness was absolutely lost as his hold on her head and control of her skull's movements forced it out of its careful styling.

Slurp. GARK! Slurp. GAK! Slurp. URK!

Every withdrawal was accompanied by a wet slurp as Em desperately tried to retain his dick in her mouth. Every thrust was accompanied by some form of chocking sound depending on the angle.

For a few minutes, Mikael kept his eyes on Em's. His face carefully neutral as hers looked up at him through her tears. There was a question in those blue eyes. A desperate need for validation.

To that pleading, Mikael just said:

"You'll do."

Then he went back to 'work,' pretending not to notice the way Em shuddered again at his word and Emma's continued her ministrations.

They remained like that for a while. Emma continued to please Em's desperate pussy with her mouth and fingers while Mikael continued to fuck her throat roughly with one hand, pretending to not pay any attention to the pleasure he was feeling or the arousing sights and sounds.

Then, as he continued his 'work,' the episode he was watching on his computer ended and moved onto the next.

(What? Did you expect him to do actual work in this sex fantasy?

Of course not!

He might be the ego of the being that assimilated everything into himself, but he was still Mikael. Of course he took the opportunity for a joke.

That's why, while having a threesome with Emma Frost and Emma Frost, he was watching an animated X-men show.)

Suddenly, as a familiar face appeared on the screen, Mikael had an idea.

Careful not to let either of the psychics see this thought, even as he let them read the rest of his mind, Mikael changed the relative time of this illusionary world.

Slurp.

In the second between having it and the next, Mikael had a series of long, serious discussions with every one of his wives, and even talked to the kids about it. This was not something that would happen just because of a sexually charged fantasy. This necessitated consideration, contemplation, and thorough discussion.

ACK!

Nobody was opposed, and most were even excited at the prospect, so he proceeded.

Slurp.

If this worked out, it could go a long way toward helping Emma and Em if not recover, then at least reconcile with her irrational hatred toward 'herself.'

URK!

After all, for all that she hated much about what 'Emma Frost' had done and who she was, there were a few aspects of her home world that she genuinely missed and still longed for.

Slurp.

So, Mikael let his idea slip through his mind as if it was an errant thought to evaluate their response.

-

Both women froze as they read his thoughts.

Even his continued use of Em's mouth did not draw a sound from her, showing how much of the sounds she put out were an exaggeration for effect.

Mikael pretended not to notice, though he did smile as he finally looked from his 'work' to the two of them.

"I believe I have the perfect punishment for your failure, Em."

That got her moving again.

*Pop*

"Of course, Sir," Em's throat was a bit hoarse, but it couldn't conceal the way her breath had picked up, knowing what was coming. "I am yours to use as you see fit. My mouth. My breasts. My ass. My womb."

Even if he couldn't read her like a book, the way she emphasized the last word made it perfectly clear how she felt on the subject.

Just as clear were Emma's own feelings as she stood from her crouch, face smeared with her twin's juices.

"What would you have me do, Sir?" There was a... yearning in her voice. It carried her arousal, of course, but also a hint of regret and loss.

If Em was ridding the high of sex after a decade of abstinence and wouldn't realize what this meant until later, then Emma was perfectly aware of the implications despite the haze of lust.

Mikael met her eyes and privately shared a conversation in a heartbeat.

Emma closed her eyes and responded with a simple sentence.

'I'll call my daughters Sophie and Irma.'

It was proof positive of His Emma and Em's hypocrisy.

Emma Frost was a stone-cold bitch. His Emma Frosts hated her. They hated her ex-husband. They hated Jean Grey. They hated Xavier. They hated so much of their old lives because it all led to the 'Emma Frost' that appeared on the Island and then in his Cell.

Yet, despite it all, despite 'dying' in the mind of a Great One and being reborn in its Mad Love, so much of what made her 'her' remained.

Including the love Emma Frost had for her Cuckoos, the clones created in her image to hold the Phoenix Force in her original world.

She'd buried both Esme and Sophie while alive and mourned the other three when she realized her world was destroyed, despite the fact she shouldn't care because they had been 'Emma Frost's' clones, not hers.

Mikael was still expanding endlessly, yet hadn't reached a limit. He hadn't even reached another 'Company' run section of the Multiverse. Despite finding various versions of their 'story' worlds, he still hadn't found any of his wives' original home worlds.

But so long as he was Free and Alive, he'd keep looking. It cost him nothing and would give his Family some much needed closure.

Until then, he'd have to settle for giving them a simple fraction of what they had lost and hoping it helped them in the long run.

Even if the idea came in the middle of a debauched sexual role play.

Then again, most of his best ideas did.

"Prepare her," Mikael ordered Emma. "When I'm done with her, you're next. Punishment for overstepping."

"Yes Sir. Thank you, Sir."

Without a pause, Emma picked Em up by her waist and spun her until the secretary was lying on her back, legs spread and facing him on his desk.

Mikael stood from his chair, not bothering to disrobe in the slightest as he knew how much they like seeing him in a suit, and lined up with Em's absolutely drenched sex.

"Ready to be mine?"

Both women tensed, eyes locked where his tip hovered less than an inch from her hole. Em didn't look away as she answered.

"I've always been."

With a grin, Mikael thrust.

Em... passed out.

Mikael paused for a heartbeat.

Of all responses, that wasn't the one he expected.

Em was a Diamond Dragon, like Emma. Even ignoring other aspects, like aura, her mutations, affinity with both forms of Haki, and general life experiences, she was still a Tier 10, like the rest of his Family from imbibing his blood for years.

To pass out from one thrust...

Mikael grinned evilly.

He'd be holding this over her head for the rest of time.

With the most delicate of movements, he slowly withdrew himself until his tip was all that remained within his most recent wife.

Then he slammed himself forward.

"AAAAAAAHHHHhhhhhhhnnnnnn~"

Em scream turned into a loud and wanton moan as she was awoken by his thrust. She was so loud that all the 'clients' in the waiting room no doubt heard as Mikael began to absolutely rail his slutty secretary.

"What a useless hole," Mikael resumed his act as he gave Em a disparaging look, hips continuing to move with his full force. "Passed out right away. You're tight and wet, so I guess it's not a total loss. But how am I supposed to use you in the future?"

"Ah'm sorry, nnnnn, Sir," Em' moaned out her words loudly to be overheard over the wet smack of flesh on flesh. With her white skirt bunched around her waist and her blazer buttoned under her breasts, not a part of her was concealed from his devouring eyes. She went so far as to thrust her chest higher from his desk, enormous tits bouncing with every slam of his hips against hers. "Use, mmmmmhhhhhhhhhhh. Use me however you want. Even if... Even if I pass out. Or'm asleeeeep. Or working. HNNG. Or doing anyTHINGGGGGG!"

"If I wanted a sex slave to just lay there, I use any woman off the street. As my secretary, you need to be able to handle everything I have. Even if I want to get rough."

To prove his point, Mikael gave the woman a harsh slap across her breasts, making sure to hit her sensitive nipples with full force. Em spasmed in another orgasm at the sudden burst of sensation, accompanied by his dick's continual battering at her womb.

"Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry." Em babbled through her orgasm.

Mikael let himself savor the sight of seeing her come undone like this, knowing it would be a rare event. Usually, Emma was much more composed in bed and Em probably would be too once she was off this dry spell.

Speaking of his other wife...

"What are you doing!?" Mikael barked in displeasure at Emma.

"Ah?" For the first time since Mikael had penetrated her clone, Emma blinked.

Just because Em had been waiting years for this didn't mean Emma hadn't been waiting even longer to see her husband fuck another version of herself. The entire time she'd had her eyes locked on where his dick dissipated into Em's pussy, her breath heaving deeply and a flush covering her pale skin.

"Why is every Emma Frost so useless," Mikael 'muttered' under his breath, loud enough to be heard by both of them.

In a move that seriously made Mikael consider if the pair had rehearsed it, both Em and Emma responded instantly.

""Because she's a power-hungry whore with delusions of adequacy.""

So surprised was Mikael by the unified and quick answer that Mikael paused his rough pounding of Em's abused snatch.

Externally, in a world beyond this little fantasy, Mikael created another iteration of himself that roared with laughter for a solid minute before dissipating.

That was one ice cold burn.

Internally, Mikael continued to play his role.

"Just. Because. You. Know." With every word forced from his grit teeth, Mikael slammed himself back in, enjoying the way Em gripped the desk for support to keep from sliding away. "Doesn't mean I'll forgive you."

To demonstrate his 'displeasure' Mikael gave Em's tits another harsh smack and let the momentum carry his hand to do the same to Emma's exposed breasts.

With the same hand, he reached over and grabbed a fistful of Emma's blonde locks, jerking her head down over the desk until it was pressed against Em's mound is his pounding dick.

"Get to work," he ordered.

Emma started licking Em's clit, occasionally giving his dick a sloppy kiss when the opportunity presented itself. One hand rose to roughly grasp Em's right breast, brutally twisting her nipple, while the other gently cupped his balls.

Speaking to both of them, he let his voice lower to his most dominating growl, knowing that it made his chest rumble in a way they loved. 'Dragon-like' his wives called it.

"I was going to make you each carry a child for your failures. Nine months internalizing your lesson. But since you two are 'power hungry whores with delusions of adequacy' then I need to make sure it goes through your thick heads." Mikael picked up the pace even more as he saw both women tense below him. "I'm giving you each twins. I hope you enjoy being huge and unable to move because of my children."

The logic of the punishment being somehow worse with two kids didn't really hold up, but it had been the plan anyway and Mikael was just creating a justification after the fact. Besides, fetishes and dirty talk didn't have to make sense for it to be hot.

And, for the two women, it was incredibly hot.

Even as Mikael began to cum deep into Em's waiting womb, the secretary was already babbling 'thank you, sir' and 'yes, sir' as she had her biggest orgasm yet.

But she wasn't idle either.

In a display that showed that her earlier unconsciousness was a one-time event, Em still managed to keep the wherewithal to use one hand to force Emma down on her clit while her other hand tore Emma's panties aside and cruelly thrust three fingers deep into her twin's cunt. That, plus Mikael's words, pushed Emma over the edge into her own climax.

For a moment, the trio just luxuriated in the feeling of release.

But Mikael was nowhere near done, and he wasn't alone in the feeling. All three had been waiting for this for far too long to stop after one round.

In a display of coordination without words only a telepath could achieve, Mikael and Em moved as one. With one hand harshly tugging her air and another half in her pussy, Emma was bodily lifted from the ground in a move that would have been excruciatingly painful for a regular woman.

Emma just moaned loudly as she was turned placed face down on her clone. Their breasts squished into each other and the little metal dragons rubbing against their nipples as Mikael withdrew himself from Em's creampied pussy and thrust his still engorged cock in between both mounds.

All three enjoyed the friction of his dick rubbing their clits as he pushed Emma's waist down to seal his dick between them at the angle of best coverage.

With his other hand, Mikael gave Emma's ass a harsh swat, enjoying the way it jiggled and reddened in response.

Stepping back slightly to get a good view of both his wives' legs, hips, asses, and weeping cunts, Mikael let a smile of pride and satisfaction come over him.

Then he was 'The CEO' again and lining himself up with Emma's unfertilized pussy.

"Your turn."

That was all the warning he gave before he slammed forward just as hard as he had with Em.

Emma didn't pass out, but that didn't mean she was unaffected. Fresh off an orgasm and knowing what was coming (pun intended) she was way more sensitive than usual, and her insides clamped down on him tightly, determined not to let him go until he gave her what she wanted.

Mikael slowly, tortuously slowly, and with enough strength to haul an iceberg, pulled himself out.

"No~" Emma moaned at the loss and began to beg to be filled once more. "Please. Please. I need it. Please, Sir. Please give this worthless slut your child. I'll be good. The best mom. The best. Please."

Her words, at once self-defeating and egotistical, were a mix of the roleplay and her genuine feelings. Ones Mikael couldn't not respond to in a similar fashion.

As he thrust forward, he pressed her head down.

Catching the hint, Emma stopped babbling and locked lips with Em. Both women started to enthusiastically make out as he began to pick up the pace, their hands roaming each other's bodies, pinching, petting and slapping in an erotic battle to get the other off first.

As they played with each other, Mikael leaned forward without slowing his pace, his arms braced on both sides of their heads to trap them in place. His larger body pressed them both down with his weight, practically wrapping around them both as he fucked Emma against Em.

To his most loyal, most treacherous, and most damaged wives, Mikael began to talk.

"Every day, for the rest of time," he began in a low voice and both women froze, lips still locked. "You're going to look your daughters in the eyes and you're going to love them." The CEO spoke, then Mikael whispered the rest gently. "You're going to know every part of you, body, mind and soul belong to me. You're going to love them because they're proof that I love you. Until the End of Existence."

They broke.

A low, keening wail echoed from their sealed lips and Mikael forced his own orgasm forward. He'd barely started with Emma, but the moment felt right.

Besides, it wasn't like he would ever go soft if he didn't want to. He still had hours before this little fantasy was finished.

Just as he had with Em, he ensured she'd be pregnant with twin daughters, each identical in appearance to the other three and their mothers. He also ensured they'd be born at the same times as the twins from the other women.

He stopped there, even though he could have molded them in a hundred other ways if he really wanted to recreate the Cuckoos.

Mikael was willing to help Emma and Em pay respect to the lost Stepford Cuckoos and hopefully heal the tiniest bit from the personality death he inflicted in The Cell, but he wouldn't force his children to be anything else than what they wanted to be.

Their Elements, personalities, and desires would all be up to the girls themselves as they grew up. Even if they wanted to change their appearance in the future, to not be one of four 'mini-me's' of their mothers, he'd help them do so.

Mikael loved his wives, but he loved his children just as much.

But they, like the children Artoria and Glynda asked for, were nine months away. Things had gone well with the Family's first four and, even with his oldest still being in their teens, the Family was ready for six more.

If nothing else, Medea would appreciate having more minions/pets/siblings/kittens to boss around.

Mikael took a moment to appreciate the fact that the second wave of children the Family would receive would all be blondes, before he refocused on the women below him.

Emma and Em had recovered in the brief break and returned to their physical exploration of each other's body.

...Did this count as incest? Mikael didn't know, but damned if it wasn't hot.

"You're having fun," he said with an exasperated shake of his head. Both froze and withdrew from the lip lock. Before either could start with 'Sorry Sir's' again, he withdrew from Emma and retook his seat behind the desk. "Come here, both of you. I'm not done."

Both versions of Emma Frost got off the desk, uncaring for their nudity or that they were... dripping, and rested on their knees beside him.

"Get me slicker," Mikael ordered with a gesture to his still erect dick. "I have two more holes to use. Then I'll need to get some actual work done. You'll remain here but if I have to pay attention to you, you've failed."

""Yes, Sir.""

Emma and Em pressed their enormous breasts together around his dick, trapping it in a wonderfully tight embrace. Both opened their mouths, drooling on his tip, before they began to move their tits up and down.

Mikael noticed the way they bit their lips and realized that the little nipple piercings with stylized dragons he'd created for this play were making their nipples, already delicate and responsive, way more sensitive. Perhaps something to consider in the long term, or to try with his other wives.

Still, as the twins alternated between making out over his dick and giving it more saliva, Em finally had a moment of clarity to send a psychic message.

'Thank you.' Her mental voice was subdued despite her lewd tit-job. 'For waiting. For this... dream. For Phoebe and Celeste. For Choosing me.'

Mikael didn't need to be a psychic to know that, if either woman had another daughter, they'd name her Esme after the last Cuckoo.

Nor did he need to read Em's mind to know she'd battled with her identity as a copy of Emma for the last decade. So, he simply answered the best way he could.

'Of course I'd do everything for you. You're my wife. In all of Existence, there are countless 'Emma Frosts.' Only two are Mine. And only one is you.'

Em's eyes closed, even as she kept smearing saliva along his dick, and Mikael swore he saw a weight lift from her soul.

A Greater part of him, Existence, passed on the information that Em's Semblance had changed.

No longer was her soul just a copy of Emma's delivered by The Company as a replacement.

Mikael let himself enjoy the physical pleasure and Love of the moment.

Em, of course, had to push the envelope though.

'I can't believe you made me clean up after an illusion of Jean Grey of all people,' she bitched good naturally. 'You know I hate her. You're a complete bastard.'

'That wasn't an illusion,' Mikael responded with a smirk. Em froze, mouth half lolling open. 'That was the Phoenix. Melina finally managed to create a separate body for it.'

'...A complete bastard!' Em responded, forcing an image of watching Jean Grey/Phoenix getting absolutely demolished in his sex dungeon.

Mikael laughed. Fulfill one of her fantasies and she immediately focuses on another one. Emma Frost was such a high maintenance woman.

But he wouldn't have her any other way.

It was hours later that Em emerged from his office.

"Miss Braddock?" She said, adjusting her glasses and dabbing a bit of cum from her lips. "The boss will see you now."

The other 'woman' (this one an actual illusion) just stared at Em in shock as she retook her seat at her desk.

With her tits out, her skirt gone, and her wobbly steps on her heels, it was clear that Em had been absolutely destroyed. Not an inch of her wasn't covered in cum and more oozed out of her well used cunt and ass with every step.

Em wore it like a crown as she retook her seat behind her desk and resumed her delayed work.

Even if these weren't just illusions created for the express purpose of turning her on, Em wouldn't have cared. She would have walked through the original Frost Pharmaceuticals just as she was with her head held high.

Why should she be ashamed?

This all came from Mikael, from Existence. Her god.

Her husband.

Her state was just proof Em was His.