As the sun set over the city skyline, the WitchBlade pulsed with energy, its metallic surface glinting in the fading light. It had been dormant for too long, waiting for its next host to emerge.
In a dimly lit alleyway, a young woman stumbled and fell to the ground, gasping for breath. Her heart pounded in her chest as she struggled to stand, her hand brushing against the WitchBlade, which had somehow found its way into her grasp.
As soon as her fingers touched the cool metal, a surge of power coursed through her body, and she felt an otherworldly force taking hold of her. Her eyes widened in shock as the WitchBlade began to transform, tendrils of energy snaking up her arm and coiling around her body.
She could feel a presence within the WitchBlade, a consciousness that seemed to be communicating with her
Becky stared at the WitchBlade in disbelief, her heart pounding in her chest. She had never imagined that she would be the one chosen to wield such a powerful weapon.
But her shock was nothing compared to that of the Darkness, who had been following the WitchBlade’s movements for centuries. As he materialized in front of Becky, his eyes widened in disbelief.
She could feel its dark energy emanating from the shadows, but she stood her ground, her grip on the artifact’s hilt firm.
As the Darkness coalesced into a tangible form, Becky could see the surprise and confusion on its face. It had clearly not expected her to be the WitchBlade’s new host.
“Becky… it’s you?” the Darkness said, its voice tinged with disbelief.
Becky nodded, watching the creature warily. She knew all too well the danger it posed, but she couldn’t deny the lingering feelings she had for the person it used to be.
“I never thought I’d see you again,” the Darkness continued, its expression softening. “I’m sorry for everything I did to you. I know I hurt you, and I wish I could take it all back.”
Becky hesitated for a moment, taken aback by the Darkness’s sudden change in demeanor. “I… I don’t know what to say,” she admitted.
The Darkness took a step forward, holding out a hand. “Please, Becky. Let me make it up to you. Let me show you that I’m not the same person I was before.”
Becky stared at the Darkness’s outstretched hand, unsure of what to do. She knew that the creature had caused her a great deal of pain, but she couldn’t help the flicker of hope that rose in her chest.
Slowly, hesitantly, she reached out and took the Darkness’s hand. As their fingers touched, she felt a surge of energy pass between them, and a strange sensation washed over her.
In that moment, she realized that the Darkness was telling the truth. It had changed, transformed by the power of the WitchBlade and the experiences it had endured.
“I… I believe you,” she said finally, looking up at the creature before her.
The Darkness smiled, and for the first time in a long time, Becky felt a glimmer of hope. Maybe, just maybe, they could find a way to make things right.
CHAPTER ONE: the Cuckoo Sisters
Becky walked through the busy streets of New York, the Witchblade pulsing with power on her wrist. She had been tasked with investigating strange energy readings in the area, and she knew that whatever was causing them was bound to be dangerous.
As she made her way towards an old abandoned building, the energy readings grew stronger, and she could sense a powerful force inside. She cautiously approached the building, her senses on high alert.
Suddenly, she heard a voice behind her. “Well, well, well. Look who we have here,” the voice said.
Becky turned around to see three identical women standing behind her. They were the Cuckoo Sisters, powerful telepaths who could control the minds of others.
“Who are you?” Becky asked, her hand instinctively gripping the Witchblade.
“We are the Cuckoo Sisters,” the three women said in unison. “And we have been expecting you, Witchblade.”
Becky could feel their telepathic powers probing at her mind, trying to break through her defenses. But she pushed back, focusing her own powers and pushing them away.
“You won’t be able to control me,” she said, her voice filled with confidence.
The Cuckoo Sisters laughed, their voices echoing through the alley. “We’ll see about that,” they said.
Suddenly, the three women closed in on Becky, their eyes glowing with a malevolent energy. But Becky was ready. With a powerful surge of energy, she unleashed the full power of the Witchblade, blasting the Cuckoo Sisters back.
The three women stumbled backwards, their powers momentarily disrupted. Becky seized the opportunity an.
“What do you want with the WitchBlade?” she demanded, her eyes locked on the sisters.
The Cuckoo Sisters exchanged a glance, their identical faces twisted into identical sneers. “What do we want with the WitchBlade?” one of them repeated, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “What don’t we want with it? Power, influence, control… the possibilities are endless.”
Becky felt a twinge of fear in her chest, but she stood her ground. “I won’t let you take it,” she said firmly. “I’ll do whatever it takes to protect it.”
The Cuckoo Sisters laughed, their high-pitched voices grating on Becky’s nerves. “Oh, we’re counting on it,” one of them said, and with a quick motion, they both lunged at her.
Becky swung the WitchBlade, its energy pulsing through her body as she struck out at the sisters. But they were quick, and they dodged her blows with ease.
As they circled around her, Becky could feel her energy waning. The WitchBlade was powerful, but it was draining to wield, and she knew that she couldn’t keep up this fight for much longer.
But then, something unexpected happened. The Darkness appeared beside her, its own energy crackling through the air.
“You need help?” it said, a sly grin on its face.
Becky hesitated for a moment, unsure of whether to trust the creature. But she knew that she didn’t have much of a choice.
“Fine,” she said, nodding at the Darkness. “Let’s do this.”
Together, they launched themselves at the Cuckoo Sisters, the WitchBlade and the Darkness working in tandem. It was a fierce battle, but with their combined strength, Becky and the Darkness were able to overcome the sisters and send them fleeing.
Breathless and shaking, Becky leaned on the WitchBlade, her heart racing. She had won this battle, but she knew that there were many more to come.
Becky stood panting, her chest heaving with exertion, as she looked down at the defeated Cuckoo Sisters. The WitchBlade’s power still hummed through her body, and she could feel the raw energy pulsing through her veins.
As she turned to leave, she heard a voice behind her.
CHAPTER TWO: Jean Grey
“That was quite a display of power, Becky.”
She spun around, startled, to see a woman standing a few feet away. The woman was tall and striking, with fiery red hair and piercing green eyes that seemed to look right through her.
“Who are you?” Becky asked, her hand still clutching the WitchBlade tightly.
The woman smiled slightly. “My name is Jean Grey. I’m a mutant, like you.”
Becky’s eyes widened. She had heard of Jean Grey before, the powerful telepath and member of the X-Men.
“I’ve been watching you, Becky,” Jean continued. “I sensed the WitchBlade’s power, and I wanted to see it for myself. I have to say, I’m impressed.”
Becky felt a surge of pride at Jean’s words, but also a sense of unease. She wasn’t used to being watched, especially by someone as powerful as Jean Grey.
“What do you want?” she asked warily.
Jean’s expression turned serious. “I want to help you, Becky. The WitchBlade’s power is dangerous, and I don’t want to see you hurt yourself or others.”
Becky hesitated, unsure of what to do. She knew she needed help, but she wasn’t sure she could trust Jean.
But then she felt the WitchBlade’s power surge within her, and she knew she couldn’t face this alone.
“Okay,” she said finally. “I’ll let you help me.”
Jean nodded, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth. “Good. We have a lot of work to do.”
As Jean and Becky continued their conversation, a new presence made itself known.
CHAPTER THREE- Emma Frost
Emma Frost sauntered into view, her cold, piercing gaze focused solely on Becky.
“Well, well, well,” Emma drawled, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “What do we have here?”
Jean turned to face Emma, her expression guarded. “What are you doing here, Emma?”
Emma’s lips twisted into a wicked grin. “I heard that my lover had found herself a new plaything, and I simply had to come see for myself.”
Becky’s eyes widened in shock. She had never been with Emma Frost, and she couldn’t fathom why the woman would claim her as her lover.
But Emma continued, undeterred by Becky’s confusion. “You see, darling, Becky belongs to me. She always has, and she always will.”
Jean stepped forward, her eyes blazing with anger. “You have no claim on Becky, Emma. She is her own person, and she doesn’t belong to anyone.”
Emma’s expression turned cold, and Becky could feel her power rippling around her like a frigid wind.
“You are mistaken, Jean,” Emma said icily. “Becky belongs to me, and I will not let her go without a fight.”
Becky felt a sense of panic rising within her. She didn’t want to be anyone’s possession, and she certainly didn’t want to be caught in the middle of this power struggle.
But as Emma and Jean faced off, their powers clashing in a dazzling display of energy, Becky knew that she would have to make a choice. And she knew that whatever she chose, it would have far-reaching consequences.
As Emma and Jean continued their heated exchange, Becky felt her heart racing with fear and uncertainty. She had never been one for drama, and the sudden appearance of these two powerful women in her life was overwhelming.
But as she watched the two of them face off, she couldn’t shake the feeling that something even more dangerous was brewing. She had sensed it before, the undercurrent of desire that ran through Jean’s words and actions.
“You know, Becky,” Jean said suddenly, her voice low and dangerous. “I’ve been thinking. The WitchBlade would be much safer in my hands than in yours. I have the experience and the power to control it. You, on the other hand, are just a novice.”
Becky felt a cold sweat break out on her forehead. She didn’t like the way Jean was looking at her, like she was nothing more than a means to an end.
“I’m not giving you the WitchBlade,” she said firmly, gripping the artifact tighter.
Jean’s expression turned icy. “You don’t have a choice, Becky. I can take it from you by force, if I have to.”
Becky felt her heart racing in her chest. She knew Jean was powerful, but she never thought she would turn on her like this.
And now, as Emma’s power crackled in the air around them, Jean’s gaze turned to the WitchBlade, her eyes glittering with greed.
“I see what you’re doing, Jean,” Emma said, her voice low and dangerous. “You want the WitchBlade for yourself, don’t you?”
Jean didn’t even bother denying it. “Of course I do. The power it possesses is immense, and I could do so much good with it.”
Becky felt a surge of anger rising within her. She wasn’t a pawn to be fought over by these two women, and she certainly wasn’t going to let them use her for their own purposes.
“You can’t have it,” she said firmly, her voice shaking slightly. “The WitchBlade chose me, and I won’t let anyone take it from me.”
Jean’s eyes narrowed, and Becky could feel the intensity of her power building. “You’re making a mistake, Becky. You don’t understand the true potential of the WitchBlade.”
But Becky stood her ground, her hand still tightly gripping the hilt of the WitchBlade. She knew that the power it possessed was dangerous, but she also knew that it was hers to wield. And she wasn’t about to give it up without a fight.
Emma rolled her eyes. “Jean you could barely control the Phoenix Force and you’re Omega Level” she smiled at Becky. Taking Becky’s hand, Emma guided her away from Jean Grey.
“Becky, I want you to know that I am always here for you, no matter what. I understand that you are the host for the Witchblade, and that can be a challenging and difficult responsibility. But you are strong and capable, and I believe in you. Whatever you need, whether it’s someone to talk to or just someone to listen, I am here for you. You are not alone in this, and together we can work through any obstacles that come our way. Just remember that you are loved and valued, and that I am always here to support you.”
Becky’s heart was racing as she felt Emma’s lips on hers, their tongues dancing together in a passionate tango. She had never felt such a rush of desire before, and it was almost overwhelming.
As Emma’s hands roamed over her body, Becky felt a sudden rush of heat shoot through her, and she couldn’t help but moan with pleasure. She had never felt so alive, so consumed with passion.
Before she knew it, Emma had hoisted her up, carrying her over to the nearby picnic table. Becky was almost dizzy with desire, her body humming with anticipation.
As Emma gently laid her down on the table, Becky felt a rush of excitement course through her. She couldn’t wait to see what Emma had in store for her.
With a slow, deliberate movement, Emma trailed her fingers down Becky’s body, tracing a line from her neck down to her waist. Becky arched her back, her body quivering with anticipation.
Emma leaned in and pressed her lips to Becky’s, her tongue darting out to tease Becky’s lips. Becky moaned softly, her hands reaching up to tangle in Emma’s hair.
Their bodies were entwined, their passion fueling each other as they explored each other’s bodies with a frenzied intensity. Becky felt like she was on fire, consumed with desire for this woman who had captivated her so completely.
As they kissed and touched, Becky knew that this was just the beginning of their journey together. She had found something special with Emma, something that went beyond mere physical attraction. It was a connection, a bond that would keep them together no matter what challenges lay ahead.
As Becky and Emma Frost’s lips met in a passionate kiss, Becky felt her heart racing with desire. Emma’s hands ran up and down her back, tracing patterns on her skin that sent shivers of pleasure through her body.
Without breaking the kiss, Emma hoisted Becky up and carried her over to the nearby picnic table. With a deft movement, she laid Becky down on the table, never breaking their kiss.
Becky wrapped her legs around Emma’s waist, pulling her in closer as she deepened the kiss. She could feel Emma’s body pressing against hers, her hips grinding against her in a delicious rhythm.
As they continued to kiss, Emma’s hands roamed over Becky’s body, teasing her skin and causing her to moan with pleasure. She felt as if she was on fire, her desire for Emma growing with each passing moment.
Finally, they broke the kiss, both gasping for air. Emma looked down at her with dark, hungry eyes.
“Are you ready for this?” she whispered.
Becky’s hands reached up to grip Emma’s hair, pulling her in closer as she continued to moan with pleasure. Emma’s hands were now sliding down her thighs, pushing her panties aside as she positioned herself between Becky’s legs.
As Emma’s lips trailed down her body, Becky felt a sudden rush of heat shoot through her. She was so turned on that she could barely contain herself, her body trembling with anticipation.
Finally, Emma’s lips reached their destination, and she began to kiss Becky’s inner thighs, working her way closer and closer to her core.
Becky could feel Emma’s breath on her skin, and she let out a low, throaty moan as she felt her lips make contact with her most sensitive spot.
Emma’s tongue was like a wildfire, flicking and teasing her with every movement. Becky could feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge, her body writhing with pleasure as she rode the waves of ecstasy.
As she reached the peak, Becky cried out, her body shuddering with pleasure as she rode the waves of ecstasy. Emma continued to tease her, sending her into a frenzy of desire as she rode out her orgasm. Emma switched positions, laying herself out so Becky could bury her face in her pussy. Becky’s tongue darted out eagerly, exploring Emma’s folds and teasing her clit. Emma moaned with pleasure, her hands gripping the edge of the table tightly as Becky worked her magic. Her tongue was like a warm, wet embrace, driving Emma wild with desire. As Becky continued to eat her out, Emma felt herself getting closer and closer to the edge. She could feel the familiar heat building in her belly, and she knew that she was about to come. She cried out, her body convulsing with pleasure as she rode the waves of her orgasm. When it was over, they collapsed onto the table, both panting and gasping for air. Becky felt a sense of satisfaction wash over her, knowing that she had given Emma exactly what she needed. Emma smiled at her, her eyes dark with desire. “That was amazing,” she said, leaning in for a kiss. Becky kissed her back eagerly, feeling a sense of contentment settle over her as they lay there together, lost in each other’s embrace
CHAPTER FOUR- The Cuckoos return
Becky and Emma lay there, still catching their breath, they suddenly heard a sound. They looked up and saw the Cuckoo Sisters standing there, watching them with interest. Becky blushed and tried to cover herself up, while Emma sat up and glared at them. “What are you doing here?” she demanded. “Were you spying on us?”
The Cuckoo Sisters didn’t answer, instead climbing up onto the picnic table with them. They looked at Becky and Emma with a mischievous glint in their eyes. “We just wanted to see what all the fuss was about,” one of them said, reaching out to touch Emma’s cheek.
Emma slapped her hand away, scowling. “This isn’t a show for your entertainment,” she spat.
The other Cuckoo Sister stepped forward, a sly smile on her lips. “Oh, come on, Emma,” she purred. “You know you want us. We could show you so much pleasure.”
Becky felt a flash of jealousy as she watched the Cuckoo Sisters flirt with Emma. She leaned over and kissed her fiercely, trying to stake her claim. Emma responded eagerly, wrapping her arms around Becky’s waist and pulling her in closer.
The Cuckoo Sisters watched them for a moment, then turned to each other and began to kiss passionately. Becky and Emma looked on in surprise, feeling a strange mixture of arousal and disgust. They had never seen anything like this before, and it was both exciting and unnerving.
Emma, too, was being touched by one of the sisters, and she leaned into the touch, her body arching with pleasure. The other sister was now kissing and nipping at Becky’s neck, her hands roaming over her body. Becky’s own hands were moving over the curves of the sister’s body, exploring every inch of her with a hunger that she didn’t even know she possessed.
As the kisses continued, the four of them began to move in a sensual dance, their bodies pressing together in a way that was both primal and elegant. Hands were touching and exploring everywhere, and the air was thick with the scent of desire.
As the heat continued to build, Becky felt herself being pushed down onto the picnic table. The Cuckoo Sisters positioned themselves on either side of her, their hands roaming over her body as they began to kiss her again. Emma was now on her knees, her head buried between one of the sister’s thighs as she pleasured her with her tongue.
Becky moaned with pleasure as the sisters’ hands caressed her body, and their lips moved down to her breasts. They took turns sucking and licking her nipples, while their hands slid down to her hips, pulling her closer to them. Becky felt herself getting closer and closer to the edge, her body writhing with pleasure as the sisters continued to pleasure her.
Suddenly, Emma’s head popped up from between the sister’s legs, a mischievous grin on her face. “Your turn,” she said, gesturing for Becky to take her place.
Becky didn’t hesitate, moving between the sister’s legs and beginning to pleasure her with her tongue. The sister moaned with pleasure, her hips bucking against Becky’s face
At the same time, the other sister was eagerly exploring Becky’s body with her hands, caressing her breasts and thighs. Emma’s fingers continued to work their magic between Becky’s legs, and she could feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge.
Suddenly, the sister beneath her cried out, her body convulsing with pleasure as she reached her own climax. Becky didn’t stop her ministrations, though, eager to continue pleasuring her even as she rode out her orgasm.
As the sister finally lay still, Becky pulled back and looked up at Emma and the other sister. They were both watching her with hunger in their eyes, their own desire mounting as they watched her pleasure the sister.
Without a word, Emma climbed up onto the picnic table, positioning herself over the other sister’s waiting mouth. Becky watched in awe as the sister eagerly began to pleasure Emma with her tongue, the two of them lost in their own world of pleasure.
Becky felt a surge of desire shoot through her as she watched the two of them together, and she began to touch herself, eager to join in on the fun. The sounds of pleasure continued to fill the air, and Becky knew that this was only the beginning of a long, erotic night with the Cuckoo Sisters.
CHAPTER FIVE- WOLVERINE
Becky found herself walking down a deserted street in the middle of the night. She had lost her way and had been wandering around for hours, hoping to find someone to help her. Suddenly, she heard a sound behind her and turned around to see a man approaching her. As he got closer, she could see that he was muscular and had long, sharp claws protruding from his hands.
“Who are you?” Becky asked, trying to hide her fear.
The man, who introduced himself as Wolverine, explained that he was a mutant with special powers. He offered to help Becky find her way home, and she reluctantly agreed.
As they walked, Wolverine explained more about his powers and the struggles he faced as a mutant. Becky listened with interest, fascinated by the world of mutants and the challenges they faced.
Eventually, they arrived at a hotel , and she thanked Wolverine for his help.
“I have one more thing to offer you,” he said, his voice low and husky.
Becky turned to look at him, her heart pounding in her chest. Wolverine leaned in, his eyes locking onto hers, and kissed her deeply. Becky felt a surge of desire shoot through her as she kissed him back, his sharp claws pressing into her back as he pulled her closer.
As the kiss deepened, Becky felt herself getting lost in the passion of the moment. She knew that this encounter with Wolverine would change her forever, and she was eager to explore the unknown depths of desire that he had awakened within her.
Wolverine led Becky inside the hotel and up to his room. Once inside, he closed the door behind them and turned to face her.
“You’re safe here,” he said, his voice deep and reassuring.
Becky nodded, feeling a mixture of fear and excitement. She had never been alone with a man like Wolverine before, and she wasn’t sure what to expect.
Wolverine moved closer to her, his eyes locked on hers. “You’re not in any danger now,” he said, placing a hand on her shoulder.
Becky couldn’t help but shiver at his touch. She felt drawn to him in a way she couldn’t explain. She looked up into his intense gaze and felt her heart skip a beat.
“Is there anything you need?” Wolverine asked, his voice softening.
Becky shook her head, unable to find her voice. Wolverine took a step closer to her, and she felt her body respond, her heart racing with desire.
She closed her eyes, lost in the sensations that were overwhelming her.
Wolverine’s touch was firm and confident, and Becky felt herself being swept away by the intensity of it all. She had never felt anything like it before. She moaned, the pleasure building inside of her, as he continued to explore her body with his fingers.
As he moved his mouth to her neck, kissing and nibbling at the sensitive skin there, Becky felt herself on the brink of ecstasy. She tangled her fingers in his hair, urging him on, as he continued to explore her body.
And then, with a final burst of pleasure, she cried out, her body convulsing in his arms. Wolverine held her tightly, kissing her forehead as she came back down to earth.
They lay there together, breathing heavily, their bodies entwined in a tangle of limbs. For a few moments, they simply lay there, lost in the afterglow of their passion.
Finally, Wolverine leaned over and kissed her forehead again. “Thank you,” he said softly, his voice filled with tenderness.
Becky smiled up at him, feeling a sense of contentment wash over her. She had never felt so happy, so safe, so loved. And she knew that this was just the beginning of their journey together.
Becky woke up the next morning feeling a bit disoriented. She looked around the room, trying to remember where she was. And then, the events of the previous night came flooding back to her, and she blushed at the memory.
As she sat up in bed, she noticed that there was a note on the nightstand. She picked it up and read it.
“Hey, Becky. Sorry I had to leave early. Had some things to take care of. You can stay as long as you want. I’ll be back soon. – Logan.”
Becky smiled, feeling grateful for Wolverine’s kindness. She got out of bed and decided to take a shower. As she was getting dressed, she heard a knock on the door.
She walked over to the door and opened it, surprised to see a young girl standing there. The girl was about her age, with short hair and an intense gaze. She looked vaguely familiar, but Becky couldn’t quite place her.
“Can I help you?” Becky asked, a little apprehensively.
The girl stepped forward, and Becky noticed that she was holding a length of rope in her hands. “Hi, I’m Laura,” she said, holding out the rope. “I heard you might need some help with this.”
Becky looked at the rope, feeling a bit confused. “I’m sorry, I don’t understand. What is this for?”
Laura smiled, her eyes glinting with mischief. “I heard that you and Logan had some fun last night. I thought you might want to try something new. Something…kinky.”
Becky’s eyes widened in shock. She had never tried anything like that before. But as she looked at Laura, she felt a strange sense of curiosity. Maybe this could be fun.
She nodded slowly. “Okay, I’m interested. What do I need to do?”
Laura’s smile widened, and she motioned for Becky to sit on the bed. “Just relax and let me take care of everything,” she said.
Becky sat down, feeling a mixture of excitement and nervousness. She watched as Laura began to deftly knot the rope, her hands moving quickly and confidently.
Within a few minutes, Laura had created a complex knot, with loops and twists that looked both beautiful and intimidating. She held it up for Becky to inspect.
“Ready to try it out?” she asked, a mischievous glint in her eye.
Becky nodded, feeling a sense of excitement building inside of her. She had never felt so daring, so adventurous.
Laura helped her slip her hands into the loops of the rope, securing it tightly around her wrists. Becky felt a momentary sense of panic as she realized that she was completely helpless, at the mercy of this strange girl.
But as Laura began to gently tug on the rope, pulling Becky’s hands behind her back, she felt a wave of pleasure wash over her. This was exciting, thrilling, something that she had never experienced before.
As Laura continued to play with the rope, Becky felt herself slipping deeper and deeper into a state of arousal. She closed her eyes, lost in the sensations that were overwhelming her.
And as she felt Laura’s lips on her neck, kissing and nibbling at the sensitive skin there, she knew that she would never forget this moment. It was a moment of pure passion, pure desire, pure pleasure. And it was all thanks to the mysterious girl with the rope.