Chapter 1: Beastly Comfort: An Unlikely Proposition in the Med Bay
The med bay lights hummed like insects trapped in glass, too bright, too sterile for the storm raging inside Emma Frost. Her diamond skin fractured the light into jagged shards across the walls, each facet catching the fluorescents like a disco ball made of knives. She sat on the edge of the bed, legs crossed, one stiletto tapping an erratic rhythm against the tile. "Damn that Jean Grey," she muttered, voice sharp enough to draw blood. "Nosy fucking bitch."
The door hissed open, and Hank McCoy stepped inside, his massive frame filling the doorway. The scent of him—musky fur, antiseptic, something wild beneath it all—flooded the room. His yellow eyes narrowed. "Emma?" His voice was too gentle, too careful. "Are you alright?"
She laughed, brittle as ice cracking underfoot. "Define 'alright,' Hank. My affair is front-page gossip, my telepathic shields are Swiss fucking cheese, and I can't even cry without shattering." Her diamond fingers clenched into fists, the sound like glass grinding against glass.
He took a single step forward, claws flexing at his sides. "Jean was... harsh. But you're strong, Emma."
"Strong?" She stood in one fluid motion, her diamond body catching the light like a blade unsheathed. "I'm a survivor, Hank. There's a difference." Her voice wavered, just for a second. "And right now, surviving feels like choking on my own goddamn reflection."
His hand twitched toward her, then hesitated. "Here."
She stared at his outstretched paw, then up at his face, lips curling into something too sharp to be a smile. "What's this? Pity? Sympathy?" She stepped closer, close enough to smell the heat of him. "Or are you finally making a move on the ice queen now that she's cracked?"
Hank flinched, fur bristling. "Emma, I just want to help."
"Help?" She laughed, cold and hollow. "Tell me, Hank—what does a woman do when she's lost everything, including her own fucking mind?" Another step. The scent of him was overwhelming now, animal and raw. "Tell me, Beast. What does a beast do?"
Her diamond fingers traced his jaw, the contact sending an electric jolt through them both. "I've always wondered what you were hiding under all that fur," she murmured, voice dropping to a whisper. "All that... restraint."
Hank's breath hitched. His pupils dilated, swallowing the yellow of his eyes. "Emma, I don't think—"
"Don't think." Her hand slid down his chest, claws catching in his fur. "Just feel." She pressed against him, her diamond body cool against the furnace of his. "I want to feel something real. Something that isn't this goddamn cage."
A growl rumbled deep in his chest. His hands found her hips, claws pricking through the fabric of her dress. "Emma—"
"Fuck me, Hank." Her breath was hot against his ear, lips grazing the curve of it. "Make me forget everything."
Something in him snapped.
He lifted her like she weighed nothing, slamming her onto the bed with a force that rattled the IV stands. His claws shredded her dress in one brutal motion, silk tearing like wet paper. She gasped, diamond skin shimmering as his mouth crashed into hers, teeth scraping, tongues tangling.
His hands were everywhere—rough, demanding, no more hesitation. He palmed her breast, thumb circling her nipple until it peaked under his touch. She arched into him with a moan, legs spreading as he ground against her, the thick ridge of his cock already straining against his pants.
"Fuck," she gasped, clawing at his fur. "Don't you dare hold back."
Hank snarled, ripping his own clothes away, his cock springing free—thick, heavy, already leaking. Emma's diamond thighs parted wider, her cunt glistening, her body trembling with need.
He didn't tease. Didn't ask.
He drove into her in one brutal thrust, burying himself to the hilt.
Emma screamed, back arching, her diamond form flashing like a struck match. The stretch was exquisite, the burn almost too much. Hank's hips pistoned, each snap of his pelvis sending shockwaves through her.
"Harder," she demanded, nails raking down his back. "Fucking ruin me."
Hank obliged, his rhythm turning savage, the bed slamming against the wall with every thrust. The wet slap of skin—fur—diamond—filled the room, filthy and obscene.
Emma's head thrashed, her moans turning ragged. She could feel him everywhere, the heat of him, the sheer animal power as he fucked her into the mattress.
Her diamond legs locked around his back, heels digging into the soft flesh of his ass, pulling him deeper with every thrust. "That's it, Beast," she panted, voice thick with lust, her diamond fingers raking down his furred back. "Show me what you're made of." His answering roar vibrated through her as he pounded into her harder, faster, the world dissolving into a haze of sweat and need.
She clenched around him, diamond walls milking his cock with each brutal stroke. Her form pulsed brighter, light refracting wildly as pleasure coiled tighter, sharper, threatening to shatter her completely. "Fuck—" The word tore from her throat as her back arched off the bed, every nerve alight. She could feel him swelling inside her, his rhythm turning erratic, desperate.
Hank's roar shook the room as her climax ripped through her, her body convulsing around him. His claws sank into the mattress, shredding the sheets as he drove into her one last time, his release flooding her in hot, pulsing waves. He kept thrusting through it, fucking his seed deeper, watching his pearly fluid pulse deep into her body through her transparent skin.
"Hank, have you been with anyone since your...evolution?" Emma whispered, gasping slightly as she felt his bestial cock pulse rhythmically inside of her.
Hank caught his breath, pressing his forehead against her diamond shoulder, feeling the cool hardness against his fur. "What?" he murmured, lips brushing her skin.
She arched an eyebrow, running her fingertips along his feline jawline. "Have you been with anyone since your... evolution?"
His claws twitched against the sheets. "Emma..."
"Come now, Hank." She tilted his chin up with one diamond finger, capturing his gaze. "After that performance, I think I've earned some honesty."
He exhaled sharply through his nose, looking away. "No."
She smirked, twisting her hips just enough to make him groan. "No what?"
"No one," he admitted through gritted teeth. "Not like this."
Emma's laugh was low and rich, her diamond form refracting the sterile med bay lights into prismatic patterns across the walls. "So I'm your first beastly fuck?" She rolled her hips again, enjoying the way his cock twitched inside her.
"Jesus Christ," Hank growled, his yellow eyes darkening.
She traced one clawed finger down his chest, feeling the rapid pounding of his heart beneath thick fur. "Don't tell me you're embarrassed."
He grabbed her wrist, pinning it above her head. His breath was hot against her mouth. "I'm trying to decide if I should be offended or flattered."
Emma grinned, unbothered by his grip. "Oh, definitely flattered."
Hank's growl vibrated through her diamond flesh as he pulled out abruptly, leaving Emma suddenly empty. She blinked up at him, watching the play of muscles beneath his fur as he sat back on his haunches.
"Was it something I said?" she purred, stretching like a cat on the ruined sheets.
He raked a hand through his mane, looking down at his still-hard cock glistening with her juices. "This was a mistake."
Emma sat up, her diamond knees brushing his thigh. "Really?" She reached out, wrapping her fingers around his shaft in one smooth motion. "Because this doesn't feel like regret."
Hank's hips jerked involuntarily as she stroked him, his claws digging into the mattress. "Emma—"
"Shhh." She leaned forward, her diamond lips brushing his ear. "Let me show you something."
Before he could protest, she pushed him onto his back and straddled him, guiding his cock back to her dripping entrance. He gasped as she sank down, taking him deeper than before, her diamond walls squeezing him mercilessly.
"Holy fuck," he groaned, his claws scrabbling at her hips.
Emma rolled her hips experimentally, watching his face contort with pleasure. "See?" she whispered. "No mistakes here."
She began moving in earnest, riding him with slow, deep strokes that made his toes curl. Her diamond form shimmered with each movement, becoming almost translucent as pleasure built inside her.
Hank's hands gripped her waist tighter, his thrusts growing more desperate. "Emma, I'm—"
"Not yet," she commanded, clamping down around him. "Wait for me."
He groaned but obeyed, letting her set the pace as she worked herself closer to the edge. Her diamond skin pulsed with light, becoming almost blinding as her orgasm built.
"Now," she gasped, and Hank came with a roar, his cock pulsing inside her as his release filled her transparent body. Emma threw her head back, her own climax crashing over her as her crystalline cunt spasmed around Hank's bestial member.
His eyes were glued to her stomach, just below her belly button. He could see the outline of his own cock in her, could see it pulse, could see his thick fluid filling her. It was grotesque and beautiful and he wanted to do it again and again.
Hank collapsed beneath her, panting, his fur matted with sweat and sticking in damp clumps to his heaving chest. Emma remained perched atop him, her diamond body still shimmering with the faintest glow from their exertion, the sharp angles of her hips casting fractured light across his abdomen. A slow, feline smile played on her lips as she watched his chest rise and fall, the wild musk of their coupling thick in the air between them. "Satisfied, Beast?" she purred, dragging one crystalline fingertip through the sweat-damp fur between his pectorals.
He groaned, turning his face into the cool hardness of her diamond thigh, his breath hot against her skin. "Don't call me that," he mumbled, the words muffled against her flesh, his claws flexing involuntarily against the ruined sheets.
She chuckled, a low, throaty sound that vibrated through his body where they were still joined. "Why not?" Her hips rolled slightly, just enough to make his cock twitch inside her. "It suits you." The diamond edges of her nails scraped lightly down his sternum. "And you certainly behaved like one."
Hank growled from deep in his chest, rolling Emma's crystalline body onto her back while still lodged inside of her
His claws sank into the mattress on either side of her head, his fur damp with sweat. "I don't want to be a beast, Emma," he rasped, voice thick with shame and arousal. He could feel his cum still pulsing inside her diamond cunt, could see it through her translucent flesh—a grotesque, beautiful violation. The sight made his cock twitch despite his mortification.
Emma arched one perfect eyebrow, her diamond thighs flexing around his hips. "Then stop acting like one." She rolled her pelvis, making him groan as her tight walls milked his softening length. "A real man wouldn't be ashamed of giving a woman exactly what she begged for."
The scent of their coupling—musky, primal, thick with sweat and sex—filled Hank's nostrils. His claws flexed, shredding the sheets further. He wanted to pull away, to hide the animalistic hunger still burning in his veins, but Emma's diamond fingers traced the line of his jaw with surprising gentleness.
"Look at me, Henry."
The use of his given name snapped his gaze to hers. Her diamond eyes weren't cold now—they burned with something dangerously close to understanding.
Her lips curled in a smirk as she felt him hardening inside her again. "There's my brilliant boy." She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. "Now fuck me like you mean it."
Hank's control shattered.
He drove into her with a snarl, his thrusts brutal and unrelenting. Emma's diamond back arched off the bed, her moans sharp as broken glass. "Yes! Just like that—fuck!" Her crystalline nails raked down his furred back, drawing beads of blood that only spurred him on.
The med bay echoed with the wet slap of flesh, the creak of the bed, their mingled groans. Hank's vision blurred at the edges, reduced to the feel of Emma's diamond cunt clenching around him, the way her translucent skin pulsed with light as she neared her peak.
"Come inside me again," Emma demanded, her voice ragged. "Fill me up, Beast. Let me feel it."
Hank roared as his orgasm ripped through him, his cock swelling before erupting deep inside her diamond channel. Emma's climax followed seconds later, her body flashing like a supernova as she milked every last drop from him.
They collapsed in a tangled heap, both panting, both wrecked. Hank's softening cock slipped from her with an obscene wet sound, his cum glistening inside her transparent body. Emma stretched like a satisfied cat, her diamond skin refracting the fluorescent lights into dizzying patterns across the ceiling.
"That," she murmured, tracing idle circles in Hank's damp fur, "was exactly what I needed."
Hank opened his mouth—to apologize, to question, to beg for more—but Emma pressed a diamond finger to his lips. "Don't." Her voice held a rare note of vulnerability beneath its usual steel. "Just stay."
He nodded, pulling her closer despite the uncomfortable stickiness between them. For the first time since his mutation had accelerated, he didn't feel like a monster. He felt... seen.
A sudden chill swept through the med bay. Emma went rigid in his arms, her diamond eyes snapping toward the doorway. "Someone's here."
Hank's claws unsheathed on instinct, his body shielding hers. Then the scent hit him—ozone and psychic energy and burning anger.
Jean Grey stood in the doorway, her green eyes blazing with fury. The air around her crackled with barely-contained power, medical equipment sparking and shorting out in her wake. Her gaze locked onto their tangled bodies, onto the undeniable evidence of what they'd done.
Emma's diamond lips curled into a slow, challenging smile. "Darling," she purred, "you're just in time for the encore."
The last thing Hank saw before psychic fire engulfed the room was Jean's outstretched hand—and the terrifying emptiness in her eyes.