Raven shapeshifted into Sage—Tessa—Teresia Karisik, donning her classic X-Treme X-Men outfit. The ensemble was a sleek, form-fitting black leather bodysuit that zipped up the front, with strategic red accents highlighting the high collar and cuffs. A large red X emblem spanned her chest, drawing the eye to her toned physique, while matching red belts and holsters crisscrossed her hips for that tactical edge. Black gloves extended to her elbows, and sturdy black boots grounded the look, complete with a visor perched on her forehead and her dark hair pulled into a practical ponytail. It screamed cybernetic sophistication and mutant prowess, every seam and panel molded to her body like a second skin.
Brandon's eyes wandered greedily, drinking in the sight. He gulped hard as he fixated on how tight that skintight black leather looked in real fucking life—clinging to her curves, the material gleaming under the room's soft light, creaking faintly with each subtle shift of her weight. "Wow, Raven—I mean, Teresia—can I call you Tessa?" he stammered, his voice thick with arousal.
Tessa turned to him with her lore-accurate poise—cool, intellectual, and faintly British-accented, her words precise and measured. "Of course you can call me anything you want," she replied, a subtle smile playing on her lips that sent a fresh wave of heat straight to his groin.
Brandon's mind raced: *These women that Raven's turning into are going to be the death of me—and my poor dick too. But damn, I'm so fucking lucky.* As he finished his inner monologue, he glanced left to his desktop, stood up, and walked over. He sat down, hit the power button, and waited for it to boot up. Then he looked right, where Tessa stood patiently. "Tessa, come here."
She responded with a nod and walked over gracefully, her boots thudding softly on the carpet. As she got near, he noticed how much smaller she seemed—maybe 5'7", one inch shorter than Rogue's form. With the computer ready, he looked up at her from his chair. "Okay, Tessa, you're up."
Tessa eyed the screen. "What do you want me to do?" she asked, her tone efficient and expectant.
Brandon looked up while seated and said, "Shit, sorry—forgot. I want you to create a profile for yourself in governments around the world so you can exist legally."
Tessa tilted her head. "Who should exist, then?"
Brandon looked at her and understood what she meant. He started thinking: *Can't be Raven, obviously—that leaves Tessa or Anna.* Then he paused: *Wait, just use both?* He stopped that line of thought immediately, remembering he lived in California, in Los Angeles—cameras everywhere in a city like this. If people saw him with different stunning women, especially ones like Emma Frost or Ororo Munroe who looked out of this world, perverts or rich assholes might not hold back in trying to claim or seduce her. He had to be wise and choose one to be by his side publicly.
As Brandon pondered all the heroines he loved from manga, anime, comics, and other franchises, he also remembered that people might recognize them from their respective worlds. *Damn it, this just had to get hard.* Then he recalled someone: Donna Troy, who'd been appearing less in recent comics. But Donna was an Amazonian—beautiful as fuck too. While he was in his mini-crisis, Tessa started typing like crazy, her fingers a blur on the keyboard, which flabbergasted him because it was the first time he'd seen a mutant use her powers up close. But he also noticed the way she arched herself, her ass pointing up like she was waiting for something—or someone.
Brandon stared at Tessa's shapely ass, the black leather stretched taut over firm, rounded cheeks that curved invitingly. He remembered a comic panel of her crouched in heels, holding her glasses in her right hand while looking back—but what turned him on now was her ass in full black leather display, with that big X-Men X on her back waist. His dick went full mast, straining painfully against his jeans, making him shift uncomfortably in his chair.
As Tessa continued her digital wizardry—hacking into global databases with effortless precision—Brandon stood up slowly, then moved behind her to appreciate the view. He got closer until his jean-covered dick was basically poking her entrance through the layers. She moaned softly, a low, throaty sound that vibrated through him, and looked back with a smile. She took off her glasses and pushed herself into him, grinding back against his hardness.
He placed his hands on her waist, then slid them down until he was cupping her leather-clad ass. It felt incredible—smooth and supple under his palms, the material warm from her body heat, with a slight give like premium hide that sprang back taut when he released it. The tightness hugged every contour, emphasizing the perfect heart shape, and the little spring when he let go sent jolts of electricity straight to his core. Brandon did what any red-blooded male would do: he started grinding like his life depended on it.
The way his dick, still locked in his jeans, pushed against her leather skintight black outfit, indenting it inward toward her pussy entrance—the moan that Tessa sensually broadcasted was a husky, breathy "Ahh" that echoed in the quiet room, urging him on. He grinded harder, grabbing her X-belt for leverage to pull her closer, but his jeans were getting in the way. He removed them as fast as he could, yanking them down along with his belt in a frantic rustle, leaving him in precum-stained white boxers.
The only thing Brandon wanted was to hump Tessa's ass and enjoy it, so he stepped up again as she stayed bent over, arching her back invitingly. Tessa said, keeping her lore-accurate way of speaking but with Raven's sultry edge slipping through, "I'm waiting, baby," while shaking her ass teasingly, the leather creaking with each wiggle.
Brandon got hornier—if that was even possible—so he moved forward. As she shook her ass at him, he pushed up into her black leathery cheeks and grabbed her X-belt again, thrusting in. "Fuck, this feels incredible, Tessa," he groaned, describing how his dick pushed between her cheeks—the skintight outfit yielding just enough to envelop him, the leather smooth and slick against his boxer-clad length. He pushed both cheeks together to sandwich his dick, then went harder, the noises filling the room: a rhythmic *squeak-squeak* of straining leather as it stretched and released, mixed with the soft *slap-thud* of his underwear-clad hips ramming into her, the fabric whispering against skin and material with each forceful grind. It built to a wetter *schlick-schlick* as his precum soaked through, lubricating the friction, punctuated by the occasional *creak* of her belt under his grip.
He stayed grinding for eight minutes straight, sweat beading on his brow, then looked at her as she moaned—a series of rising "Mmm... oh yes..." in her refined accent—and met his eyes. He fixated on her swinging ponytail and yanked it with his right hand, pulling her toward him. She stood up straighter, her back against his chest, while his left hand still clutched her X-belt. He moved faster, the sounds intensifying: louder *squeaks* from the leather compressing, heavier *thuds* of his body slamming into hers, the faint *rustle* of his boxers shifting with each thrust.
One thought pierced the haze: *I want to fuck her, but not yet—not yet. I want my first to be with Emma Frost, and I already have an idea... but first, order a stripper pole and a good single sofa chair.* As Brandon kept going on Tessa's ass, using his left hand on the X-belt—the sounds of leather *squeaking* sharply against his grinding, his underwear *thwapping* wetly with each hard ram, her moans a symphony of breathy gasps—he shifted to hold Tessa's neck gently, turning her head toward him. He began kissing her sloppily, his first kiss ever—no experience, just raw hunger. It was messy and slutty, tongues clashing as he tried to suck hers out, saliva mixing in wet *smacks* and *sucks*.
As Brandon continued grind-ramming onto Sage's ass, he felt the pressure building. "I'm... something's coming," he panted.
Tessa broke the kiss just enough to murmur, "Tell me when you're ready, love. I'll take it in my mouth."
Hearing that nearly pushed him over, but he held on for one more minute, ramming as hard as he could—the *squeak-thud-schlick* crescendoing. "I'm coming, Tessa!"
He let go of her ponytail and neck. She turned around fluidly, dropping to her knees, opening her mouth wide and sticking out her tongue. As he saw her like that, he aimed and lowered his dick toward her. Out of nowhere, she tucked his dick all the way down her throat in one smooth motion. Brandon looked down, flabbergasted, as she took all eight inches, gagging with a wet *glurk-glurk* sound, her eyes looking up in amusement as she twirled her tongue around him—a swirling *slurp* that sent him over the edge.
He came hard down her throat, holding her ponytail with his left hand to push her toward the root of his dick, arching forward to grope her leather-clad ass cheek with his right. His thoughts blanked as waves of pleasure bucked through him—this was one of his first best orgasms, with his dick buried in a woman's throat, especially a Marvel heroine like Teresia Karisik.
Brandon spoke while still having his cock in Tessa's mouth, controlling his ragged breathing. "Tessa, I think I know who to use as a cover for identification. It's Honey Lemon from Big Hero 6—though we'll change her name to something else. Maybe Sofia Limon." He laughed at the last name.
The only response from Tessa—since he still had his cock down her throat—was a muffled "Mmmm," followed by a nod.
Brandon said, "Yeah, sorry," as he pulled out slowly. Tessa gasped for breath through her mouth but switched to her nose instead. As he looked down on her, all he saw was a beautiful mess: his cum dripping from her lips and onto her chin, her face flushed. The overstimulation from seeing her like that made him cum again, a smaller spurt landing on her cheek.
"Fuck, Tessa, that was incredible," Brandon said.
Tessa looked up and smiled—I knew that was Raven smiling because it felt like she was going to stab me. Brandon thought: *So that's how the X-Men felt when she looked at them.* He smiled back; this was the best day of his life. He couldn't wait to take on other heroines from other franchises.
*(Name corrected to "Teresia Karisik" based on Marvel lore from sources like the Marvel Database, where it's listed as her real name. No other changes—chapter remains locked as per your original content with grammar, flow, and sound descriptions polished.)*