Chapter 27: Risty Wilde Pt. 2

Chapter 27: Risty Wilde Pt. 2

A/N: Here's the new Chapter! Which also means the next four chapters are up on my Patreon for early access as well as the chance to vote on the direction of the story!

Thaddeus and Mystique engage in a bit of a spar.

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He’s not the kind of person to just sit still and let shit happen, truth be told. But he also doesn’t see any reason to make Mystique aware of just how much he knows just yet. Besides... Thaddeus has to admit to some curiosity to how she’ll react. And so, even as she gives him one of the worst blowjobs of his life as Risty Wilde, Thaddeus reaches out for the shapeshifter’s head, sliding his fingers through her purple highlights.

At first, ‘Risty’ doesn’t seem to notice. Until that is, he begins to control her movements, firming up his grip on her hair and rather subtly influencing her to start shifting her head in a more pleasurable fashion, while he takes over the lion’s share of the work. If Risty weren’t actually a hundreds year old shapeshifting mutant in disguise, she probably wouldn’t have even realized what he was doing.

Sure, maybe that was a little arrogant for him to think, but Thaddeus knew just how good he was. If Risty Wilde really existed as Mystique had portrayed her so far, then the punk goth girl would never have been able to figure out that he was tactfully offering her his ‘guidance’ without being too overbearing about it. But alas, Risty Wilde is a facsimile... a sham. And Mystique isn’t some foolish, inexperienced virgin punk girl in over her head. She’s a lot more than that... and she has her own ulterior motives as well.

When she jerks out of his hand, Thaddeus is careful to hide his amusement, even as he gives her a curious look as she pulls off of his cock and flushes for a moment. It’s clear that Mystique is reaching for an excuse when what finally comes out of her mouth is so... subpar.

“S-Sorry... just have a thing about my hair, alright? Don’t like people touching it.”

Maybe if she’d flinched away at his very first touch he might believe that. Oh, also maybe if he didn’t know she was secretly a shapeshifting mutant. But honestly, the lie is plain as day to him. Thaddeus doesn’t let that out though, merely giving her a warm smile instead.

“Not a problem, Risty. It’s just... you’re not very good at this.”

‘Risty’ jolts back as if struck, her eyes widening in, as far as Thaddeus can tell, a completely genuine manner.

“E-Excuse me?”

Normally, he would never say something like this to a girl he was trying to get into bed. But then again, this wasn’t a normal situation. And Mystique wanted to keep him here far more than he wanted to fuck her again... even if he really did want to fuck her some more and gain some more of her shapeshifting abilities for himself. As things currently stood, his copy of her mutation was... lackluster to say the least.

“Sorry, but you’ve clearly never given head before, Risty. Look... we don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”

“I want to! Of course I want to!”

The outrage is a bit faker than the surprise was, but not entirely false either. He’s struck a real nerve underneath the faux anger that Risty is now displaying.

“Well maybe we can do something else then. Something with more... reciprocation.”

Risty narrows her eyes at that.

“Trying to skip straight to the main event, huh? You’re such a horn dog, stud.”

Thaddeus winces and decides to nip that in the bud as well.

“That’s another thing Risty. You can just call me Thad or Thaddeus, you know. You don’t have to keep using ‘stud’. And besides, I’m not talking about sex. There are other things we could do besides you giving me head or me fucking you, you know.”

“M... R-Risty... w-what are you doing?!”

“Shhh. We’ve talked about this, sweetheart. You and I both know you have it bad for our dorm’s resident male presence. You and I have spent way too many nights talking about how handsome Thaddeus is for you to back out now. Besides, you wouldn’t have come running if you weren’t interested~”

This is clearly all for his benefit. But unlike her roommate, Anna Marie is not some spectacular infiltrator from the look of things. She bites her lower lip as she stares at Thaddeus’ exposed, engorged cock for a moment... before whimpering and shaking her head.

“B-But... I c-can’t.”

Now, obviously he knows that she means that literally. He doesn’t fully understand how her mutation works, but from what little he overheard, he knows it’s dangerous for her to touch others with her bare skin. As evidenced by the fact that even now, she’s wearing gloves over those pale hands of hers.

“Of course you can~ Not to worry... Thaddeus will wear a condom. Right Thad?”

A condom. Would that seriously work? Or was this just a trap by Mystique designed to knock him out? Was he using Anna Marie’s naivety and hope to kidnap him, or was she actually expecting him to be able to help her ‘daughter’ if that was even what the goth girl was?

His indecision lasts a bit too long, prompting ‘Risty’ to change tacks.

“But first... I’ve left him in dire straits, Anna Marie. Look at him. Look at his big, fat juicy cock. Why don’t you go over there and help him out a little bit? Keep your gloves on and it’ll be fine, right?”

Hesitating for a moment longer, the goth girl finally gets an almost adorable determined look on her face as she nods resolutely. Her ‘roommate’ pushes her forward for the first step, but once that’s done, Anna Marie takes the next several until she’s dropping to her knees in front of him.

Thaddeus can’t help but feel some trepidation as her gloved hands reach for his cock. He definitely doesn’t want to find out what skin contact does. But if Mystique could grope Anna Marie through her shirt without suffering any ill effects from her mutation, then Anna Marie should be able to touch him with gloves on and it would be fine as well... right?

Finally, Anna Marie’s gloved hands fall upon his cock, the goth girl suddenly nervous again as she does so. But... nothing happens. Save for that he has a nervous young woman’s hands on his dick, of course. And if ‘Risty’ was to be believed, Anna Marie was a good, wholesome, Southern Christian Girl as well. Then again, he didn’t really have to take Mystique’s word for it. Now that Anna Marie was here, he could read the poor girl’s thoughts, unlike Mystique’s closed book of a mind.

... He had to admit, from what he saw in her mind, her worries about hurting him... it made him feel bad for her. Mystique was... well, Mystique. And while she hadn’t done anything wrong to him, he also didn’t necessarily feel beholden to the shapeshifter in any way. But Anna Marie was clearly desperate. Her mutation made her unsafe to even touch. In fact, from her mind Thaddeus learned that she’d actually put her boyfriend in a coma when her powers first activated, apparently absorbing so much of his life force that he’d fallen into a vegetative state.

That was rough. That was really rough. Thaddeus could feel Anna Marie’s guilt over that. Her longing to be able to engage in skin contact again. Her determination to do whatever it took to fix her mutation. That’s why, as Anna Marie begins to shift her hands up and down his cock, blushing profusely but also clearly determined to make this work, Thaddeus finds himself conflicted.

If he lets her make him cum, he’s not sure what she’ll get out of it. He’s confident he’ll get something out of it of course, but the sex act itself might not be enough to trigger a strong enough boost in her mutation to help her. Meanwhile, the cat would definitely be out of the bag and he’s not entirely sure what Mystique’s plan is for once he knows Anna Marie is a mutant.

On the other hand, he could go with Mystique’s condom plan and hope that one, the condom didn’t tear, and two, the condom was thick enough to not count as skin contact for the purposes of Anna Marie’s mutation. While he wouldn’t exactly be cumming inside of her, Thaddeus’ intrinsic understanding of his powers definitely makes it clear that sex, even sex with a condom, is more of a boost than a handjob and facial like they’re pushing towards now.

But there is a risk to it for him. Anna Marie... or rather, Rogue as she thinks of herself in her mind’s eye, isn’t even sure if the condom will work. But Mystique seems intent on going through with it anyways, quickly moving to the nightstand and producing a familiar square package as her ‘roommate’ strokes his cock with her gloved hands.

Looking between them, Thaddeus recognizes he has a choice to make. And fast.

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