Jean slumbered restlessly, the thoughts of the mutants gathering outside intruded on her sleep. Stretching like a cat, she looked to her left, there he lay, lost in dreams, his mind quiet, sleeping between Jean and the door. That was something men did to protect their women. She let him sleep for about twenty more minutes, when she silently slid under the covers, her mouth finding her pleasure stick. Like a vacuum, she sucked in his cock, her body slithering over his lower half. If her mouth wasn't full, she would have grinned feeling the way he responded to her other warm wetness. Jean was his self-proclaimed alarm cock. He wanted to do things, but she wouldn't allow it. Taking her time, she teased his twitching member, until he pulled her hair, she moaned, he swelled up inside the cavern of her mouth until he couldn't hold it anymore, Erik exploded. Jean swallowed every drop, licking his cock clean. The only thing he could reach was her head. Once she finished, she slipped out of the bed, and into the bathroom.

When she came out, she jumped on the bed, lying over the sheet that hid his beautifully naked body from his wife. Lying over him, she felt his hardness still under her legs, her arms crossed on his chest her chin on her hands. "They don't have a chance you know, the ones who think we're a danger to the world. Or you rather, Charles is feeding them Bullshit. Jean rolled over to the right, to grab Eric's hand. "Watch this," Jean leaned in kissing him, all signs of his cum gone, Erik was met with a wintergreen mouth.

Slightly bigger, Jean placed his wedding ring hand on her stomach. As soon as Hope kicked, she moved his hand to another place, where Hope kicked again. "See, she knows where our hands are. It's it wonderful?" Jean said dreamily. If they could just fly away but they couldn't. Jean leaned in, kissing Erik's nose, "Du füllst mich auf, wenn ich leer bin. Du bist mein Lebensblut. Ich bin dein Vampir, ich habe vor, dich für den Rest deiner Tage auszusaugen."

Sitting up, her palm rubbed the space between his legs, bringing him to hardness again. "Have you noticed? We are stronger when we are aroused." Hopping off the bed, she leaned down from her waist and pulled the sheet off, so she could kiss his cock.

Opening her closet, she pulled out a box, then threw it into the empty space beside Erik. "I ordered this for Scott, it was too big, it should fit you. I never sent it back, now I know why." Jean rummaged around her closet as Erik looked through the box with black jeans, a black shirt, socks, and shoes. Jean picked out something chic but comfortable. The fight wouldn't be a long one. "Food after this, please."

Jean took Erik the long way out and around the mansion. In the backyard she showed him her favorite rose bushes in the rose garden she took over from a neglectful Charles. Picking her favorite rose, a purple Sterling one, she broke one off, placed it behind her ear, and then another one to put in the loop in Erik's shirt.

"Come smell this one," Jean called Erik once she was in front of her Madame Plantier white rose. Placing her left hand under the blooms, the stems scratched her hand hard enough to bring forth blood, more than it should have. It was Vox, trying to be helpful. She took Erik's hand with her left hand, her blood covering their hands. As they walked away from the beautiful white roses, the ones covered with Jean's blood, began to shrivel up and die.

Connected, the two super mutuants walked around the side of the house, side by side to face the mutuants who were now standing in a straight line in front of the man and his wife. One mutuant hit another one in the shoulder, pointing at Jeans' bleeding hand, giving false hope to those confronting them. Jean looked at Erik smiling. Then looked at the mostly younger mutants. "I want to get my car ane leave. We will leave you alone, unless you give us cause not to." Hands still locked, Jeans bleeding, each drop killing the ground underneath.

"Erinnerst du dich, wie ich dich geweckt habe? Denken Sie an meinen Kopf, der auf Ihrem Schwanz auf und ab hüpft. Bleib hart, Liebhaber, wir haben so mehr Kraft." Jean didn't want to do this, hurting another mutant when she was meant to save them, the anger at their new enemies, built up inside of Jean. "Sie werden uns nicht gehen lassen. Es wird Blut sein."