It was impossible for her to resist. The sight was one thing. But now her voice… she didn’t know she liked being bossed around like this, she didn’t stop. Now going even faster, moaning louder
"That's it, touch yourself for me~" Mystique coos, the tone of her voice inside her head is soft and warm, just like the gaze she has as she watches Jean begin to touch herself, the act alone making heat pool low in her belly.
“Y-yes~” she couldn’t help it anymore, she needed to satisfy herself, lowering her hand and starting to play with herself, heavily breathing and moaning as she did
"Such a good girl, Jean." She replies in her head, she lets her in fully again, letting her see glimpses of the thoughts she's having now, of going over there and replacing the telepath's hand with a thick cock and fucking her into the floor.
A smirk pulls at her lips as she meet's Jean's eyes from across the room.
"You know exactly what I want to know." She thinks back, her yellow eyes focused intently on her fellow redhead. "Tell me how badly seeing me fuck you in my head made you want it."
Oh, that must be quite the experience-- In truth, Raven envies that singular experience, even though she would never want to be a telepath.
"Tell me more," She whispers in her mind, knowing Jean can hear her from across the room.
𝓲𝓽 wasn't long before the man went deeper into his fantasy, acting upon it.
his subconscious paired with his awoken self and acted the fantasy on the flesh
𝓷𝓸𝓽 a word but action.
he kissed the real Jean, touched her skin, inhaled her perfume aching to be one with her.