Set during the events of New X-men, Emma Frost is confronted by Jean Grey after carrying on an affair with Cyclops, Jean's Husband. Psychically overwhelmed and emotionally crushed, Emma runs into Hank McCoy, the increasingly feline beast, who comforts her. Feeling emotionally low and slightly grateful, she propositions Hank. What follows is explicit, vigorous intercourse, the first time Hank's been with a woman since he evolved into his newer, more bestial form.

Chapter 3: Uncertainty Lingers

Hank's guttural chuckle rumbled through her as his knot finally disengaged, leaving her slick and sated. The wet thwack of his release echoed in the dimly lit room, and Emma arched her back slightly, her diamond breasts gleaming under the faint light. She felt the mass of thick fluid pooling against her cervix, a strange, blissful warmth that both comforted and unnerved her. "You already have five wonderful girls," Hank teased softly, his swollen member still twitching inside her narrow channel, pumping the last of his thick semen into her body. His voice was low, almost a purr, and it sent a shiver down her spine despite her diamond form.

Emma’s lips curled into a smirk, though her eyes betrayed a flicker of unease. She ran a diamond-hard nail down his furry chest, feeling the rise and fall of his breath beneath her touch. "You're insatiable, Beast," she purred, her voice dripping with mockery and something else she couldn’t quite place. His yellow eyes gleamed with satisfaction, and he nipped playfully at her shoulder, his teeth grazing her diamond skin with a faint scrape. "And what if I am?" he growled, his voice thick with amusement. "You're hardly complaining, darling."

She pushed herself up, the sticky warmth of his seed running down her thighs, a tangible reminder of his potent bestial nature, "Let's take this one day at a time, darling," Emma replied, "but for tonight I'm yours."

His lips curved into a smile, a feral glint in his eyes, "Then let's make tonight unforgettable."

The diamond receded, the familiar tingling sensation washing over her as her skin softened, her curves becoming more pronounced. She splayed her legs wider, her inner lips glistening with his seed, and smirked up at him with a challenge in her eyes. "Feast your eyes, Beast," she purred, her voice husky. "See what you’ve done to me."

Hank’s breath hitched, his yellow eyes widening as he took in the sight of her, flesh and blood, slick with his release. The sight of her, raw and vulnerable, was almost too much to bear. He’d seen her diamond form countless times, admired its flawless beauty, but this—this was something else entirely. Raw. Visceral. Irresistible.

He lunged, a primal growl escaping his throat as he buried his face between her legs, his tongue tracing the swollen folds of her vulva. Emma gasped, her hands gripping his furred head, her body arching off the bed as his tongue lapped up every last drop of his seed. "Hank," she moaned, her voice barely a whisper. "God, Hank, yes... right there..." Her hips bucked against his face, her body trembling with anticipation.

He devoured her, his tongue relentless, teasing, probing, driving her to the brink of madness. He could taste himself on her, a heady mix of musk and desperation that only fueled his hunger. Emma’s orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, her body convulsing, her cries echoing through the room. She clawed at his fur, her nails leaving bloody trails down his back, her legs wrapped tightly around his head.

Hank didn’t stop, didn’t relent, until she was a quivering mess, her body slick with sweat and seed, her mind lost in a haze of pure, unadulterated pleasure. Only then did he pull back, his yellow eyes burning with satisfaction as he rose above her, his massive frame casting a shadow over her prone body. He grabbed his cock and rubbed it against her face, smearing her with his seed. "Mine," he growled, his voice possessive. "You’re mine, Emma."

Emma looked up at him, her eyes glazed with lust, her lips curved into a wicked smile. "Only for tonight, Beast," she purred, her voice laced with challenge. "Only for tonight."

Hank chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that vibrated through her body. He knew she was playing games, testing him, pushing him to his limits. But he didn’t care. He was willing to play her game, as long as it ended with him inside her. He lowered himself onto her, his weight pressing her into the mattress, his cock nudging against her swollen entrance. "Then let’s make tonight last forever," he murmured, his lips brushing against her ear.

He thrust into her, a slow, deliberate stroke that stretched her to her limit. Emma gasped, her body arching beneath him, her nails digging into his back as they moved together in a primal dance of lust and desperation. Their bodies slick with sweat and seed, their cries echoed through the room as Hank took his time, determined to bring Emma to climax as many times as he could.

Emma's diamond skin shimmered as she felt his knot press against her entrance, the sensation sending shivers down her spine.

"Fuck, Hank," she moaned, her voice a mix of pleasure and desperation. "You're going to make me come again."

Hank growled in response, his yellow eyes locked on hers as he pushed his knot into her, the sensation overwhelming for both of them.

Emma's orgasm hit her hard, her body convulsing around his cock as she cried out in ecstasy.

Hank held her tightly, his knot swelling inside her as he drew closer to orgasm.

The briefest of thoughts fluttered through Emma's mind. Her and Hank and a little blue baby, playing in the park, and she took a chance. Using her telepathy, she shared that thought with Hank.

The image of a blue-furred baby nestled in her arms, a tiny bundle of fur and innocence, flashed vividly in his mind. Hank froze, his breath hitching in his throat, his body tensing as the unexpected vision overwhelmed him. His yellow eyes widened in disbelief, his grip on her hips loosening as he stared at her, stunned. "Emma... what...?" he stammered, his voice thick with shock and something deeper, something that made her chest tighten.

Emma’s lips parted, but no words came out. The image had been fleeting, unintentional, but the weight of it lingered between them like a tangible thing. She bit her lip, her diamond skin shimmering faintly as she felt a wave of vulnerability crash over her. Her usual armor of confidence felt thin, cracked, and she hated it. "I don’t know," she whispered, her voice barely audible, her eyes avoiding his.

Hank’s breath came in ragged bursts, his mind racing as the primal urge within him surged. With a guttural groan, he threw his head back, his knot swelling fully inside her, locking them together as he came. His release was relentless, his seed pumping into her with a force that made her gasp, her body trembling beneath him. He held her tighter, his furred hands gripping her hips as his body shuddered with the intensity of his climax. The room seemed to spin, the air thick with the scent of musk and sweat.

Minutes passed, or maybe hours—Emma couldn’t tell. Her body felt heavy, sated, but her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts she couldn’t untangle. Hank’s heartbeat thudded steadily beneath her ear, a grounding rhythm that anchored her to the present. His chest rose and fell with each breath, his fur warm and soft against her skin. She closed her eyes, trying to silence the storm in her mind.

Finally, Hank stirred, his large hands moving gently to her back as he shifted her weight. "Emma," he said softly, his voice laced with concern, his fingers brushing a strand of hair from her face. She looked up at him, her diamond eyes meeting his. "Are you alright?" he asked, his gaze searching hers, his expression unreadable.

Emma hesitated, her lips parting as she struggled to find the right words. "I... I don’t know, Hank," she admitted, her voice barely a whisper. She glanced down at her body, at the remnants of their passion, and felt a pang of something she couldn’t name. "I saw something... a possibility," she added, her voice trembling slightly.

Hank’s eyes narrowed, his gaze intense and unwavering. "A baby?" he asked, his voice low, almost reverent. "You saw us... with a child?" His hands stilled on her back, his breath catching as he waited for her response.

Emma nodded slowly, her diamond eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "It was just a fleeting image," she clarified, her voice soft, almost fragile. "A what-if scenario. But it felt... real. More real than anything I’ve felt in a long time." She looked away, her chest tightening as the weight of her admission settled over her.

The silence between them stretched, heavy and charged, broken only by the sound of their breathing. Hank’s fingers traced idle patterns on her back, his mind racing with the implications of her vision. A child... with Emma... the thought was both terrifying and exhilarating. He swallowed hard, his throat dry, and tightened his hold on her.

"Emma," he said finally, his voice firm but gentle. "If you want a child... with me... I would be honored. But you need to be sure. This isn’t something we can take lightly." His eyes searched hers, his expression earnest, his heart pounding in his chest.

Emma looked up at him, her eyes searching his face for any sign of hesitation or regret. She saw only sincerity, only a deep, unwavering affection that made her chest ache. A slow smile spread across her lips, small but genuine. "I know, Hank," she said softly. "And I am sure. Or, at least, I want to be."

She pushed herself up, straddling his hips, her diamond eyes locking onto his with a mischievous glint. "But first," she purred, her voice laced with playful defiance, "we need to make sure there’s something to be sure about." She leaned down, her lips brushing against his in a teasing kiss, her body swaying seductively against his.

Hank chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that vibrated through her body. He reached up, his large hands cupping her face, his thumbs tracing the sharp angles of her cheekbones. "You’re insatiable, Emma Frost," he teased, his eyes gleaming with affection and desire. His lips curved into a smile, warm and genuine.

"Only for you, Beast," she replied, her voice husky with promise. She leaned down, capturing his lips in a deep, lingering kiss, her tongue tracing the outline of his mouth. The thought of a child, of a future with Hank, had ignited something within her, a burning need to explore the depths of their connection. Her body pressed against his, urgent and demanding.

"Emma, I want the real you, please," Hank rumbled.

Emma paused, her diamond eyes softening as she gazed into Hank’s earnest face. The request, so simple yet so profound, resonated within her. She pulled back slightly, the playful glint fading from her eyes, replaced by a flicker of vulnerability. “Are you sure, Hank?” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “I can be… a lot to handle.”

Hank’s thumbs traced gentle circles on her cheekbones, his gaze unwavering. “I wouldn’t have it any other way, Emma,” he murmured, his voice thick with sincerity. “I want to see you, all of you, without the armor. Let me in.” He nuzzled her neck, his fur tickling her skin.

Emma closed her eyes, taking a deep breath as she wrestled with her inner demons. The diamond receded, the familiar tingling sensation washing over her as her skin softened, her curves becoming more pronounced. She opened her eyes, her gaze meeting Hank’s, raw and unfiltered. “Alright, Beast,” she breathed, her voice husky with emotion. “You asked for it.”

Hank’s breath hitched as he took in the sight of her, flesh and blood, vulnerable and exposed. He reached out, his large hands cupping her breasts, his thumbs teasing her nipples. Emma gasped, her body arching against his touch.

“God, Hank,” she moaned, her voice barely a whisper. “That feels… incredible.” Her hands gripped his furred head, her body trembling with anticipation. He lowered his head, his lips closing over one of her nipples, his tongue teasing and sucking until she cried out in pleasure.

He moved lower, his tongue tracing a path down her stomach, his breath hot against her skin. Emma’s hips bucked against his face, her body trembling with need. He reached her navel, his tongue probing the depths of her belly button.

“Hank,” she gasped, her voice a mix of pleasure and desperation. “You’re going to make me come again.” He chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that vibrated through her body. He moved lower still, his tongue reaching the apex of her thighs.

Emma looked up at him, her eyes glazed with lust, her lips curved into a wicked smile. “You’re insatiable, Beast,” she purred, her voice laced with challenge. He chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that vibrated through her body.

Hank imagined his sperm swimming inside of her, meeting her egg, fertilizing it. "Emma, what am I thinking about right now," he teased, urging her to read his mind.

Emma’s brow furrowed slightly, a flicker of concentration crossing her face as she delved into his thoughts. The image hit her like a punch to the gut: microscopic tadpoles swimming through a warm, inviting darkness, a desperate race towards a singular, shining orb. Her eyes widened, a mixture of shock and awe washing over her. “Your… your sperm,” she breathed, her voice barely audible. “You’re imagining your sperm fertilizing my egg.”

Hank’s grin widened, a feral glint in his yellow eyes. “Am I right?” he purred, his voice laced with playful arrogance. He loved the way she looked when she used her powers on him, the way her diamond eyes shimmered with a strange, otherworldly light.

Emma nodded slowly, her gaze fixed on his. “Yes,” she confirmed, her voice soft. “You’re thinking about making a baby. Our baby.” The weight of the thought settled over her, heavy and profound, and she felt a strange mix of excitement and terror churning in her stomach.

Hank’s expression softened, the playful glint in his eyes fading, replaced by a look of deep, unwavering affection. He reached out, his large hand cupping her cheek, his thumb stroking her skin. “And how does that make you feel, Emma?” he asked, his voice gentle.

Emma hesitated, her lips parting as she struggled to articulate the complex emotions swirling within her. “Scared,” she admitted finally, her voice barely a whisper. “Excited. Overwhelmed. Like I’m standing on the edge of a cliff, ready to jump into the unknown.”

Hank’s smile widened, a warm, reassuring expression that eased some of her anxiety. “Then jump with me, Emma,” he urged, his voice filled with conviction. “Let’s face the unknown together. We can do this. We can be a family.”

Emma’s heart fluttered, a surge of warmth spreading through her chest. She reached up, her hands framing his face, her fingers tracing the sharp angles of his cheekbones. “You really want this, don’t you?” she asked, her voice laced with disbelief.

Hank nodded emphatically, his eyes shining with sincerity. “More than anything, Emma,” he affirmed, his voice thick with emotion. “I want to be a father. I want to build a life with you. I want to give our child everything we never had.”

Emma’s eyes filled with tears, her throat tightening as she struggled to contain the overwhelming emotions threatening to spill over. She leaned forward, pressing her forehead against his, her body trembling with a mixture of fear and hope.

“Then let’s do it, Hank,” she whispered, her voice choked with emotion. “Let’s take that leap of faith. Let’s make a baby.” She lifted her head, her diamond eyes locking onto his with a fierce determination. “But first,” she added, a mischievous glint returning to her eyes, “we need to make sure we do this right.”

Hank chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that vibrated through her body. He reached up, his large hands cupping her breasts, his thumbs teasing her nipples. Emma gasped, her body arching against his touch.

“And how do you propose we do that, Emma?” he purred, his voice laced with playful anticipation. He lowered his head, his lips closing over one of her nipples, his tongue teasing and sucking until she cried out in pleasure.

Emma’s body trembled, her senses overwhelmed by the intensity of his touch. She closed her eyes, surrendering to the moment, letting him guide her on this journey into the unknown. “We need to make sure we’re both fully present,” she murmured, her voice barely audible. “No diamond. No beast. Just Emma and Hank.”

Hank paused, his lips lifting from her nipple, his yellow eyes searching hers with a mixture of curiosity and concern. “Are you sure, Emma?” he asked, his voice gentle. “That’s a big step. Are you ready to be that vulnerable?”

Emma nodded slowly, her gaze unwavering. “I am,” she affirmed, her voice filled with conviction. “For you, Hank. For us. For our baby.” She reached up, her hands framing his face, her thumbs tracing the sharp angles of his cheekbones. “Now, shut up and kiss me, Beast,” she purred, her voice laced with playful defiance. “We have a baby to make.”