Emma Frost had gotten used to people mentally shouting their fantasies about her when she passed them. She'd thought she was numb to it.

Apparently not.

You found yourself snuggled up under covers with her, both of you simply holding each other in front of a fire. Exactly like you'd imagined.

Her experiment might've been too successful...

Legs wrapped around her creation's hips, pussy stretched by its monstrously huge cock, Victoria Frankenstein pondered what madness had driven her to make them THIS hung.

Then she came, and "pondering" stopped being something she had brainpower for.