Their lips locked with each other’s, both lovers stumbled their way to the bedroom. Only when they hit the bed did Logan let her go as she fell onto the soft yet firm mattress, her fingers fumbling to make quick work of her snow-powdered jacket. Her eyes wide and bright, Ororo watched as Logan switched on the twin lamps on either side of the bed, before stepping back to switch off the overhead one, before tearing off his shirt, its buttons flying all over the room. The jean also saw a similar fate as his rapidly darkening hazel eyes challenged and held her liquid blue ones.

The denim falling to the ground, Logan stood up, allowing Ororo to marvel at the sheer, unmarked perfection that was Logan’s body. He had more than average body hair, almost as if Mother Nature in her care for him gave him a natural insulation for him to exist and excel in the frigid Canadian wilderness. Starting from his chest, the layer of hair traveled right down to his waist, growing denser at his groin. Nestled between that dark-forest was his penis, not yet fully erect, but nearly there, long, turgid and heavy. It was big; big as the rest of his stocky yet wide body. In fact, anyone seeing him like this would be surprised at the dichotomy of his size. She recalled seeing him like this all those years ago, the length and girth of his manhood impressed her even then, when neither of them paid too much attention to the clothing system.

Her eyes glimmering with equal fear and anticipation, Ororo stuck her tongue out to moisten her suddenly dry lips, her breath hitching at the growl that simple action of hers elicited. Lifting her gaze from his waist, she met his eyes, almost bowled over by the intensity that shone in them as he stepped up to the custom designed (for his weight) bed and climbed onto it. In his eyes she saw how precious this was going to be for him, how precious she was to him, just as precious he was to her.

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Moving on their own accord, her hands reached for him, to pull him closer, a soft moan of pain escaping her lips as he grasped and held them apart, a bit too tightly and pulled her to him, her legs parting automatically to go around him. During the time he had slipped off his shirt, t-shirt and jean, she too had disrobed until only the partition of her lacy undergarments stood between them. That she had left for him, in his capable hands and the claws that came out from between his knuckles.

“Goddess…Logan,” she pleaded, as she bucked against him, the already damp fabric of her panties along the engorged head and full length of his hardness.

-SNIKT-

Admantium laced claws cut through lace as if it were paper.

“Ugh,” Ororo hitched up as Logan reached behind and pulled the remainder of her panties out from under her, the sliding friction rubbing her puffed nether lips into even higher sensitization. She was already tensing up for an approaching orgasm, and that too without him actually touching her. Maybe it was the secrecy, maybe that it was him or whatever reason it was, never in her entire adult life had she left like this….never.

The obstruction gone, one hand snaked around her slim waist as the other reached into her hair to draw her closer, their lips once again firmly seeking out each other’s. Ororo marveled at the uncanny softness of Logan’s lips, her tongue skimming over them before reaching forth to meet him, their growls, moans and whimpers getting lost as they first fought for supremacy and then gave up to the passionate shared victory. Logan tasted he heady cinnamon and the residual of the rare, for her, wine she had had over dinner, while Ororo seemed to grow intoxicated with his steak and beer taste. They were equals, both warriors, both children of nature, both in love with each other.

Their kiss was long and passionate as Ororo threw drew her arms from where they rested at his chest and threw them around his neck, her fingers tunneling into the dark unruly mane to find and pull to accentuate the natural ‘wolf-ear’ points of his hair. Her body molding itself along Logan’s hard curves made clear what both of them wanted…each other.

Finally coming up for her, she let out a mixed whimpered-purr as Logan laid her out on the bed, her head on the ‘yellow’ (thanks to Jubilee) pillow. Her snow colored hair curtaining out all around her, Ororo looked just like a wild wood nymph….a picture that Logan committed to memory.

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His goddess before him, Logan suddenly felt humbled in her presence. She was perfection, in every way and manner. At the same time another thought, no, feeling rose within him. ‘Mark her,’ the Wolverine cried out to the man. ‘Mark her and make her ours. Make her mine.’ As if following that instruction, Logan started to move down from her kiss swollen and slightly tender lips. He had been afraid that when this moment came, he would be too rough for her. What he had not imagined was he would have to keep up with her. She was letting the storm out and that no normal man could handle. For that, he needed to let out the Wolverine.

Reaching her swan like neck, Logan clamped his lips over one pulsing blood vessel, his teeth finding but not breaking her honey smooth skin. That he would do later. Once he got his scent on her, in her, then he would plant his mark on her. For that, he began a downward journey, nipping, nibbling and licking along her shoulders, along the upper and side swells of her breasts, his lips finally descending on one rising nipple, while his thumb and first two fingers, played with and tweaked the other. Soon he alternated sides, showering equal love on either partner.

Getting lost in the sensations, Ororo’s hands moved one hands from Logan’s hair and down along the hard curves of his body, feeling the tension rippling in the bunched up muscles of his shoulder. Traveling along his back, they soon reached his waist, and curved outwards along his ass cheeks to reach his hot, silk on Admantium erection. One hand went further below and behind to cup his balls as the other wound around the throbbing manhood, her thumb, rubbing and teasing its swollen head, her slender digits soon growing slick from the oozing lubricant.

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“Nnnooo…” Ororo protested at losing both the caress of his lips and her grip around him, her moan turning to a gasp as in a blink of an eye, Logan moved down, flipped over and pulled her on top of him, so that she was positioned directly over his face. She did not even have the time to acclimate to the change when, hooking his arms around her thighs, Logan gave a firm tug and pulled her down onto him.

“Goddess,” Ororo sighed, a shudder running through her at the sensation of the Logan’s lips on her sex, his tongue deftly parting her sopping folds to delve into her inner core, while his nose rubbed against the hardened nub of her engorged clit.

His solid arms firmly wrapped around her slender yet all muscled thighs, Logan settled into a smooth, swift lapping action, with a spattering of nips and nibbles thrown in for good measure….and her pleasure. With each sweep of her lover’s talented tongue, Ororo lost more of herself to the intense sensations wracking her body and overwhelming her senses, her breathing faster and shallower with each passing second.

At one time, she would have never imagined herself to be in such a situation with a man, this man for that matter. Even though quite open with her sexuality, Ororo was still relatively closed about her sexual preferences. If he could make her feel like this with only his mouth, what would he do when things progressed further? That thought sent yet another ripple of anticipation through her, adding to what Logan was already doing and what he did next. Flexing his arms and with the barest of shifts, Logan found and captured her sensitive clit between his lips and sucked at it, causing her to buckle over. Her head resting against the headboard for support, her white silk like locks curtaining her face, Ororo presented an incredibly exotic yet ethereal view to the at work Logan.

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As if drawn by some invisible force, Ororo’s hands rose to the caramel cream mounds of her breasts, her palms settled firmly on the sides as her fingers at first danced tentatively over the sensitized areolas and their erect central nubs before settling into a firm, slightly painful but incredibly pleasurable kneading.

“Logan….come on,” she urged weakly, her breath drawn in pants now. Looking over her shoulder, she saw the seemingly winking member of the Wolverine, of her Wolverine, staring right at her. Even at half-mast, it was impressive. She knew both from memory and from experience, how it looked at full-rise and she loved that look, almost as much as she loved the feel of it…..the feel of it inside her.

The muffled grunt, she heard from below her told her that she was not getting off so easy or so soon. In fact, she wasn’t getting off until she got off, which from the tightening sensation rising up from her core would be sooner than later.

As if sensing her thoughts, or in his case, reading her body language, Logan redoubled his efforts, flexing his arms to get a back and forth movement going to work in opposition to his licking and nipping.

“Oh, Logan….oh,” Ororo whimpered, her eyes rolling over to the back of her head as she gave into the impending explosion that would be her orgasm, this one seemingly better from the last one she had had right from her lover’s mouth. It would a true touch less finish, in the sense that Logan had laid nary a finger anywhere in the vicinity of her inner thighs, her swollen clit or her sopping, ready to blow center. A masterpiece from the master himself…..and all for her….just her.

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“Oh….oh goddess….oh Logan….Oh….” Ororo was literally on her last leg now, her body pulled back as a taut bow, her head flung back as her fingers continued their additive actions.

“LOGGGA….UNnhhhh…” she screamed aloud, her cry getting lost in the howling winds lashing against the boathouse’s walls and windows. Her body writhed uncontrollably, only anchored by the strong arms of her lover who was busy lapping away at the sweet yet tangy gushing release of his African Goddess.

He held like that helping her ride out the orgasmic wave, gradually slowing down and letting up on his assault and his iron firm grip as she came down from her sensory high, her eyes gaining some of their comprehension while still glazed over with her release and her love for him.

“Oh Logan,” Ororo whimpered, wiping away the tears that had spouted out of her clenched eyes, to travel down her cheeks and sides. “That was….that was….” She finally gave on verbally expressing how she felt, moved away from his face and down his body, until she was perfectly lined with him. Gaining that position, her tongue swept out to lick her essence glistening on a smug yet satisfied Logan’s face. He had made her feel like this, like a complete woman and a goddess, all at the same time, it was he who gave her that salvation, and he was damn proud of it…..and waiting for his return, which given the way Ororo was rubbing herself against his erection was just round the corner.

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Logan let out a deep grunt as Ororo finally settled over him, the slippery tight walls of her domain clenching around him as he slid into them. Their bodies covered with a thin layer of sweat, shone in the diffused light, both physically separate but linked units instantly moving as one, their rhythm perfect, just as the beating of their hearts.

Having lain on his back for almost an hour now Logan was still not feeling any fatigue or discomfort. In fact, those two things were the farthest from his mind as Ororo began to move up and down his length, her generous breasts swaying with each movement. Initially as she was just rubbing gently, she laid her hands against her parted thighs before lifting them up to run them through her hair, tilting her head to nuzzle into the crook of her elbow, biting into it in an effort to stifle the moan escaping her lips.

It was only when Logan reached up and gripped her hips, his fingers digging into the smooth curves of her well-formed ass, did she lean forward, her hands coming to rest along his hirsute chest. In that position, she gained the hold to earnestly begin moving on top of him, rising until his appreciative length was just ready to slip out of her folds before letting go and impaling herself on his spear-o’-love. Had she known that it would be like this, she would have done it years ago, instead of wasting her time on the various shams in her life. However, now she knew, had known it for quite some time now, and she wasn’t going about to give it up and go back to the way things were before, and she wasn’t going to give her love to anyone else. Even if there was one other with whom she had to, he did not even count into the running now, not against this man, not against her man. It had become, for now and forever, a one sided race and anything else would just be a ‘practice’ for this.

None of those thoughts was on her mind at that moment, as far as she was concerned the whole world, her whole universe was just limited to her and the man she loved, the man she was making love to, the only man she would ever ‘make love’ to…..even if…well that thought didn’t come up then either. It ended even before it began.

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“Oh Logan…yes,” Ororo moaned with a rising crescendo, her actions increasing in speed and vigor as the sound of hips slapping against pelvis the only other audible sounds in the room.

Match her move for move, Logan held on with one hand while lifting the other to attend to the by now wildly bouncing breasts. He was ready and waiting for what came next, both for himself and for the unfettered Goddess dancing atop him, who right before his eyes seemed to grow more beautiful with each passing second. The way the inner walls of her warmth were tightening around him, told him that she was moving in line with him, rushing to him that finish line to cross into the white haze of non-drug-induced euphoria.

Just then her lips curved in a silent ‘O’ the moan lagging by a couple of seconds as Ororo reached her climax, her pulsing muscles milking him to his own as he began to ejaculate deep into her, filling up the deepest recesses of her womb, his cock bottoming out at her cervix. At that instant, the Wolverine finally took over. Pulling Storm down to him, he latched onto and sunk his teeth into the soft flesh of the crook of her neck and shoulder. He had made love to her and he had marked her, thus giving both man and animal their wishes.

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Finally exhausted and satiated from their long lovemaking session, Ororo collapsed on top of her lover, both of them feeling quite of breath as Logan pulled up the sheets to cover them; their heated bodies still a intermingled with each other’s.

“Hmmm,” Ororo sighed against Logan’s chest. “That was good.”
“Hmm,” was all Logan answered, not trusting himself to say anything to affect this companionable silence.

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“No, don’t,” Ororo twisted her legs around his as Logan moved withdraw his still hard, ‘healing factor’ charged shaft from within her. The scent of sex hung heavy in the air.
“Hmm,” he looked up with the barest of confusion and a lot of resurging arousal. He could go on for hours; it was her he was worried about. He wanted her to get some rest….at least an hour or two.

“Don’t move,” Ororo sighed against his chest, as she pushed herself up into a seating position her purr changing to a groan as the feeling of being completely filled to the hilt. “Happy New Year lover,” she smiled seductively as she drew Logan’s attention to the digital clock lying on the end table next to the bed.
“Happy New Year to ya too, darlin’,” Logan growled back, a fire of feral passion smoldering in his eyes.

“Hmm,” Ororo sat up and stretched to give Logan a view of her ravaged body, smiling for herself as she felt him twitch inside her. “Good, you are ready,” she leaned back down to him.
“Always ready fer you ‘Ro,” Logan answered as their lips touched in a chaste kiss that seemed very out of place in their current situation.

“Yessss,” Ororo hissed as Logan gave an experimental jerk inside her. She felt so full, so complete. She always felt so complete with him, as if he was the ying to her yang or vice versa….soul mates forever. “Lets get to work then.”
“Work?” Logan arched a shaggy eyebrow at her, his lips curving in a knowing smile.

“Yes, work. After all, the Queen Mother wants an heir for the throne of Wakanda.”

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Note: Any credit or blame for this specific ending, I give to Windrider1. It was her ‘shipper of opportunity’ comment that made me think up of this. Also, in case you missed, the new year in question isn’t 2006 but 2007. Its in keeping with the Marvel canon (well the plans for now).

Changed the last sentence a bit. I had left out the country's name, but 'readers' wanna it all out!!

Once again, thanks Windy1. How about some *ridin’* for this one?

Dark hazel eyes followed her movements across the room, admiring her natural grace while worrying about the frustration rolling off her. Even though the cold weather did not affect her, she, both for the benefits of the mansion’s residents and her own weakness for fine clothing, had given in and worn the silk nightgown, its fabric the best offered by her country.

Her country. Just two words. Two simple words, which swallowed by his tongue went down directly to his heart, sending shards of pain and regret through the pumping organ. Closing his eyes to wash away the memory and the realization that she was a married woman now and whatever possibilities the two of them might have had once, were no longer there. She was no longer the Ororo he would go to and bare his thoughts and heart to, basking in the soothing breeze that was just her. She was no longer his, as she was or might have been, had he not been so wound up within himself to notice when she went away and got married to someone else….became someone else’s.

Opening his eyes, he lied to himself, almost succeeding in the venture. After all, she looked the same and if he neglected the still lingering stench of the other man’s body on her, she even smelled the same. The same vanilla and sandalwood, fresh rain like earthy scent that had made a permanent residence in both his conscious and subconscious mind. The gentle but slightly cold, late autumn air was gently flowing in through the open windows, blowing the silk flush against her athletic but entirely womanly body. With each step her supple thighs flexed in a testament to her physical strength, the smooth round curves of her buttocks and her rise of her generous breasts, only adding to her beauty.

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Feeling his, someone’s eyes on her, Ororo drew the parted nightgown to her chest, her body instantly tensing over.

“Who is there?” She demanded into the darkness. “Show yourself.”

“Its me ‘Ro,” even as he spoke, growled the words, her body relaxed…although not completely.
“Logan,” was all the response he got as he stepped out of the shadows and towards her, stopping near the silently burning electric fireplace. They were in the boathouse or more correctly Ororo’s residence before she moved to Wakanda. About a fortnight back, it again became hers when, abruptly one afternoon, she returned and directly moved into it….without even sending an intimation/warning to either Scott or Emma or any of the other senior X-Men who knew about the house’s status. Although they found out later and had since, taking a signal, mostly remained away and given her the privacy she seemed to want…..except for Remy and now, him.

The fact that she did not say anything else, either for him to leave or ask why he was here or welcome him, was clearly showing her emotional state. Well, that much was clear from the seemingly permanent cloud cover that the Westchester area and particularly, the X-Mansion had since the last couple of weeks.

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It would be minutes before either of them said anything as Logan calmly stood by his fireside position, leaning sideways against the brick construction, an unlit cigar playing around in his mouth, being rolled from one corner to the other.

He could have lit it, but didn’t, not wanting to make a move to disturb the silence or to give Ororo an excuse from his side for him to leave. If she wanted him to leave, it would have to come from her side and not from anything he said or did….yet. He knew that she knew about his previous nocturnal trips to her. He had been coming every night for the past ten days, always stopping just before he could bring himself to enter and confront her. It was mostly for him to study her closely. For him to get whatever she was hiding from everyone else, even the Cajun, who in the past always got her to confess or reveal whatever was on her mind. However it just as easily could have been to let her get used to him being there and for him to see what preparation she was making to shut him out too. Now he was ready and thus was in front of her.

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“Yes Logan?” She asked, regarding him with all the sternness that came with being a Goddess, a senior X-Man (Woman) and above all a Queen. It was her, speak, shut up and or leave tone. It might have had an affect if it wasn’t him she was speaking to, or if her body language supported her. While her voice carried hidden steel, her body seemed to be defeated in its purpose. Heck, she didn’t even lift or turn her head towards him.

Again, she got no answer, except for the sound of a match strike and the subsequent puffs and pulls of a cigar being lit. ‘Talk to me,’ Logan silently sighed, carefully regarding her from the corner of his eyes.

“Logan…” she too sighed, her body giving up the fight completely as she fell down on the bed, her chin dropping to her chest. “I have….nothing to say to you.”

“Hn…..fair enough,” the stocky Canadian grunted, without making a move to either come near or start away from her. This would be her standard answer, he knew that much, and he was ready for it…so, unless she clearly asked him to leave, meaning, unless she threw him out bodily by calling on her winds, he wasn’t taking a step out of this house, or more correctly, this room.

Both of them watched each other without actually making eye contact.

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‘What do you want Logan?’ The question was not one for her. She knew what he wanted. Why he was there. Why he had been there for the six nights she knew about…..maybe even more. He wanted to know why was she here. What went wrong with her? Why wasn’t she with her….husband?

“I have nothing to say to you?” Was the standard denial.

“Hn, try again,” he just flicked it off, once again bringing silence into the room.

‘I-I….’ Ororo mentally grabbed for the words that would convey her feelings or at least would be enough to satisfy him and make him leave. She couldn’t lie….not to him, his damn nose wouldn’t let her get away with it. He was even worse than Remy in that regard. While Remy’s empathy she could dupe to an extent, carefully hiding her true emotions from him, Logan’s senses saw through everything. Just a hitch in breath and it would be enough for him. Dear Remy, bless him, had made similar treks to her, trying to get her to open to him, to tell him what hurt her….what was still hurting her. She had been able to deny, lie and coddle him with the practice and experience of one thief knowing another. She just wished she could do the same now with the man before her.

“Yer hurtin’,” Logan made the first move, with nothing major, but a simple statement of fact. Anyone could see that she was hurting.

“You feel lost,” was the second comment, a little more invasive, a little less apparent.

Deciding on taking the final plunge, he crushed the cigar into the ashtray, straightened, walked up and sat down next to her, without actually touching her, but close enough so that his body heat was radiating to her.

‘He hurt you,’ would have been his next words, had he not been beaten by hers.

“I feel lost Logan.”

Although a repeat of what he had said, the way she voiced them, said it all.

“He hurt you,” was more of a statement than a question, one that an absence of a reaction from Ororo confirmed as the truth.

“’Ro,” Logan rested a hand against her silk covered shoulder, turning her to face him, his heart clenching at the tears in her eyes. “What happened?”

“Nothing my friend. Nothing that should worry you,” Ororo tried a smile, lifting one hand to caress his mutton-chopped jaw, not doing anything except letting it lie there as Logan’s own hand came up to covers her.

“Yeah, well, its too late for that,” Logan grunted, his tone as gruff as ever. Making a deliberate attempt to soften it, he spoke again. “What happened ‘Ro? What’s he do?”

“Nothing,” she denied with a shake of her head, her eyes falling away, unable to meet his.

“Ororo,” he pulled her hand down, firming his grip on her. ‘Don’t fuckin’ shit me,’ was what he truly felt like saying, but given the situation, settled on something gentler. “I ain’t going nowhere, not until you tell me what happened.”

“Logan….”

“Not. Until. You. Tell. Me. What. Happened.”

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It seemed like hours until either of them spoke again, and this time, it was Ororo.

“I’m losing Logan, I’m losing myself,” she started with the same…similar statement. “I am a Goddess, a future Queen, a figure to respect…to revere….but….”

‘But….’ The word played on Logan’s lips, just barely getting contained. He did not want to interrupt her.

“I am not loved Logan. I am not….”

“Yer loved ‘Ro,” cursing himself for losing control, Logan got some respite at the soft smile she offered him, her other hand coming around to pat on his, the one cradling hers.

“I know you do my friend. Thank you,” she smiled again, her that lost, tired, sad smile hurting Logan more than even Magneto’s pulling out the metal from his skeleton had. “I meant as a woman. I may be getting the respect and maybe even the love that a Goddess, a Queen….a friend deserves, but the woman inside me….” She trailed off.

‘The woman inside you is also loved ‘Ro,’ once again, Logan spoke just to himself. There was so much he wanted to say to tell. Tell her about his plans, his aspirations, his dreams...about him….about them. But not now. Not when it was too late for him, for them, for whatever they had been and could have been. It was just too late.

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“What about….” Logan started to question, unable to bring his, the other man’s name to his lips.

“Him?” Ororo completed it for him, laughing an angry, tired, humorless laugh, one that shook Logan down to the depths of his soul. It was a laugh he had heard once before, but even that was nothing compared to his. A laugh he never wanted to hear again…..a laugh she had after the Cheyenne left her.

“Ororo,” he grew alarmed as the laughter progressed, gradually dissolving into equally painful yet silent sobs.

Letting go of her hands, he pulled her into a tight embrace, almost as if trying to absorb all the pain and hurt from her. This was something that he did for very few people, even less so since his own memories and the suffering related to them, came back to him.

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Slowly rising up from the sorrowed depth, Ororo became aware of Logan’s hand on her back, his soft soothing motions bringing peace to her…..peace and something else. Something that should not have been there. Inspite of herself, she found herself reacting to his caresses, leaning into them….into him, her head resting against his shoulder, right at the neck.

Anything that might have been going on in either of their minds vanished at the first touch of their lips with the other’s skin as Logan tilted her head to plant a gentle kiss at her forehead. Though not intimate Ororo’s light reciprocation to Logan’s peck, sent out a wave of fire from the spot on the hollow of his neck where her breath had touched him, right to his groin. It was almost as if the past had caught up with them, and washed away the changes and repentances of recent times.

Turing further towards each other, their lips traveling along the others skin, right up their mouths, they joined their lips, becoming one with each other….even if it was just for a second until they stunned by what they were doing, they broke apart and stared at each other, suddenly aware of the distance or lack there of between them.

Drawn by some invisible force, they came together and were just a hair breath apart when logic and realization dawned in their eyes, pushing both of them away from each other.

“Goddess…” Ororo gasped, her hand rising to her lips, shocked at what she was about to do.

Logan remained silent, not knowing what do. His instincts told him to take her, pointing out her arousal, which even with the rising smell of fear and shame was still heady and strong as it had been when it first drew him to her. On the other hand, his mind, told him to get away as soon as possible, but even that was split in its admonishment. While one part cursed him for trying to take advantage of her, another him that it was nothing, just a friend helping another in her time of need. Then again, there was a third, a part that supported his instincts, the part that said that there was nothing friendly about them, not anymore. Just as he wanted her, so did she want him.

“’Ro…..I-I….”

“Logan,” a hand, almost of its own volition, rose towards his face, falling away at the last moment as he flinched back and pushed himself away from her and off the bed, turning his back towards her as an internal battle raged within him.

“Ororo,” he sighed, his shoulders slumping in defeat at the decision he had reached. He wouldn’t do this, not to her. He wouldn’t push himself on to her…..no matter how much he wanted, not because it felt wrong to him, but because it felt so right. He knew how she felt towards him; he knew she thought of him as a friend and nothing more. He would not destroy that; destroy her, just to do what felt right to his instincts….to his heart.

That decision made, he started to walk away, his steps faltering as a barest of whispers reached him.

“Stay.”

‘Stay.’ Logan didn’t believe his ears at what he’d just heard, he turned around to check it, but her lowered eyes, effectively avoiding his, gave him no answer. “Ororo?”

“Stay…” the winds whispered again, almost pleading their cause. “…with me.”

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The mattress dipped at Logan’s three hundred pound, Admantium enhanced body settled down next to the goddess, her body automatically leaning in towards his. Two finger lifting up her chin; she finally looked into Logan’s questioning eyes, the waves rising up in her deep blue ones giving him the answer he needed.

She needed him….if just for tonight; she needed him, not just as a friend, but as a woman needs a man, needs a lover. She needed to know that she could be loved for who she was and not what. It wasn’t the goddess tonight, neither the x-woman, nor the current/future Queen. It was the woman Ororo, just Ororo. It was her who needed him, needed his care, his attention, his love.

She stayed silent, her statue like state breaking with a moan as he, traced a gentle finger along her jaw, stopping at her chin to rub his thumb over her parted lower lip, suppressing a growl of his own as closed her lips around it, sucking it in gently.

“Ororo.” For some reason he was using her complete name, and not the usual ‘friendly’ one they frequented. Whether it was a conscious decision on his part to differentiate the two or whether it was just the way it rolled off of him, almost as if here were sighing in relief. Leaning in further, he cleared his mind, if just for a moment to join the two and whispered, “Open yer eyes ‘Ro.”

Ororo didn’t even realize that she had closed her eyes at his first touch.

“I didn’t mean love as a friend,” Logan whispered as he sealed his lips with hers, swallowing her gasp as his tongue licked against hers.

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A spell almost broken, Ororo ‘jump-started’ into motion, her hands grabbing at Logan’s midnight black t-shirt, she yanked it up and towards his neck, pulling it almost as if trying to tear it away.

Logan’s hands weren’t still either, as one hand tunneling through her hair, he rested the second against her jaw, tilting it slightly as he continued massaging her lips with his. he could taste natural cinnamon of her breath, its tangy sweetness driving him wild, increasing the tightness within his denim shorts and lifting his arousal to new levels.

Taking the upper hand, Ororo surprised both of them as she pushed him back and straddled him, their lips still joined together. Feeling his bulge against her feminine center, she instinctively jerked against it, her fingers reaching down to his waist to unbutton him.

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Making no sounds except for their grunts and moans, they broke contact to come up for air and in Logan’s case to pull of his tee with one smooth move. He snarled the next second as Ororo reached down and licked along his shoulder, grazing her teeth along the sinewy muscles, biting down lightly, without breaking skin.

Was it just her, the truth of who she was, was what making her act like this or was his affect on her, Logan didn’t know, nor did he care. For he, mirrored her action, reciprocating it on her smooth skin, pulling away the nightgown and slipping off the nightie’s strap, completely revealing the caramel colored skin.

‘Take it off,’ a voice sounded from somewhere, which one of the two, neither cared.

-SNIKT-

RRIIIIPPPP!!

One smooth, swift move and the whole back of the nightie opened up and Logan pulled the rest away from the front.

Large, round and firm unfettered breasts came into view, along with a taut, slightly curving abdomen, a patch of soft white curls crowning its bottom, just above her feminine center. Seated over him that way, her thighs rubbed against his hips as she moved in even closer, her lustrous chocolate-brown skin and waist long snow-white hair only adding to the ethereal affect of hers.

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“Logan?” Ororo moaned as she rubbed herself against him, against the rough denim of his shorts….against the straining erection underneath it.

“Ororo,” he answered back, his face contorted in an effort to retain control of his swiftly slipping senses. Her physical beauty was par none, only overshadowed, if possible at all, by her own inner beauty. Her body was entirely muscled, bereft of any excess fat, yet not the steroid pumped wrestler kind but the diamond sheathed in velvet kind. Instead of working against her, it only accentuated her other physical attributes. Years of being an X-Man had honed her both as an athlete and as a warrior

“Ororo,” it was almost as a mantra for him, as she pulled her close, their lips resuming from they had left off moments ago, their hands exploring the other’s body….as if memorizing each and every inch. They knew what the other looked like, had seen it dozens if not hundreds of times before. Yet, there was something very special about this time, something new…something almost virginal….for both of them.

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Still kissing, the usually in control Wolverine stopped short at the feel of her hand along his erection, instinctively jerking as she curved her fingers around it. Lost in her, he hadn’t realized when her hand slipped through the parted denim. The next thing he knew was Ororo moving away from him, lowering onto her knees as she pulled the obstructive clothing with her.

Realizing what she was about to do, Logan tried to stop her.

“Ororo! You don’t….”

“Ssshhh!” Using one hand to caress the inside of his thigh, Ororo silenced him, her voice both softly pleading and firmly commanding. “I want to.”

“Whatever you want darlin’?” He growl perfectly mirrored the primal fire in his lust-darkened eyes.

Resuming her caresses, Ororo let her hand slide along the length of his shaft, firmly but gently working it, her thumb reaching up to its engorged head, that particular action eliciting a grunted moan from the feral Wolverine. Pulling the denim completely off, she brought her free hand to the front, cupped his scrotum and fondled it none too firmly, feeling the heavy testicles between her fingers.

Settling on her knees, she reached up to kiss it, circling her tongue around its head, sampling the precum slicking it, the salty, slightly bitter flavor filling her taste buds. For his part, all Logan could do was let one hand tunnel through her hair, grasping but not forcing her to do anything she did not want to or wasn’t ready to. With the other he grasped at the bed sheet, holding onto it as if it were his control. It was a fight against the beast within him to not give into the temptation of grabbing her head and forcing himself into her warm moist mouth, where he found himself going the next instant as Ororo let her lips slide over and along him. Withdrawing back, she kissed the whole length, starting at the top, going down to its base and back up on the side. Returning to her starting position, the Nubian beauty closed her parted lips around it, progressively taking more of him inside her, her tongue caressing and teasing the sensitive underside. The humming sound from her throat was sending gentle vibrations along his entire length and from there into the rest of his body, causing Logan to gasp and clutch even harder at her. It was as if the humming was causing the very metal inside him to vibrate.

Looking down at her, their eyes locked in a gaze, as he watched her perfectly sculpted cheeks fill up and go hollow as she started fellating him.

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Allowing herself to get the to and fro motion going, Ororo moved one hand to his thigh, sliding it up to the back of his hip as if to provide extra thrust, as well as silently urging him to do so himself. Almost instantly, the hand gripping her head started to assist her, the other also coming up to join it, increasing her pace as she let her lips slide further and further along the veined length. Breathing in the slightly musky masculine scent, she tried to relax her gag reflex to try to swallow all of him….or at least as much as she could.

Soon they were moving in unison; with Ororo bobbing her head in a back and forth motion and Logan mirroring the same with the thrusting of his hips, as he lifted himself off the bed and into a standing position, their height differences lining them perfectly. The taste of his impending release filled Ororo’s mouth, its insides filling with a mixture of precum and saliva, the same mixture coating the entire length of Logan’s pusling erection. The irregular grunts and the tightening of his gluteus muscles told how close he was to climaxing.

Suddenly his whole body stiffening, Logan’s grip in her hair growing harder as he started cumming, shooting hot spurts of his prodigious release into Storm’s waiting mouth, its salty taste stronger than the precum’s. Doing what she had done, wasn’t something that Ororo preferred or maybe even liked. Yet she did it and maybe even liked it to an extent, not just for him, but for herself too….almost as if to gain power, control over him through her submission.

Sucking off every last drop as if it were an elixir, Ororo even suckled it, hard, as if to draw out whatever remained inside, before licking the still semi erect member clean. His healing factor would aid him; she knew that….just how soon, she did not.

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Pulling her up to standing position, Logan kissed her hard, literally thrusting his tongue into her mouth as he had another part of his anatomy a minute ago. Her swollen lips still carried a hint of his taste on them, as did the inside of her mouth.

Breaking away…too soon for Ororo, he turned her around and set to do for her what she had done for him. Ororo closed her eyes as both of Logan’s hands rested on her shoulders, trapping her between the bed and his hard body. As his hands began to slide down her honey smooth skin, Logan’s lips began to follow their movement, but at her back. Ororo moaned as she felt his hot body slide along her back, releasing fresh currents of arousal throughout her body, her molten core pooling in anticipation. She cried out every time Logan licked, nipped or nibbled at her goose pimpled flesh, his hands skimming along her generous breasts, teasing her nipples between the thumb and index finger. His bites were hard enough so that could feel them, but not so hard that they would break flesh. He wanted to cover her in his scent….not hurt her.

Freeing one hand, Logan gently lowered the by now, shaking Storm into a bent position over the bed, at the same time kneeling behind her, his hands resting on the round curves of her buttocks.

Pushing her legs far apart, he ran a calloused hand over her sopping folds, grinning at the deep moan his actions elicited. Traveling along the entire length on her engorged slit, the probing hand traveled up to the glistening fuzz of snowy softness at her juncture, rubbing the glistening moisture into it.

Drawing back, he first let one and then a second finger part her love curtain and reach into her beckoning wetness.

“Logan….” Ororo pleaded, her own hands balling into the fabric of the bed-covers. She lost all comprehensive thoughts as the natural side of her, her own inner beast, her storm, took over. “Please.”
“Please what Ororo?” Logan deliberately stilled his fingers’ to and fro motions, just gently twisting them inside her, just enough to drive her to the edge without actually pushing her over.

“Please Logan,” Ororo thrust against his probing digits, silently urging him to continue….faster. She almost cried out when he withdrew his fingers leaving her bereft of the filling sensation. However, the next moment she both yelped and sighed at the feel of his rough tongue replace his fingers, which in turn came around to her front to fondle her engorged clit.

Licking along her folds, Logan gently parted them to plunge his tongue into her warmth, tasting the liquid heat of her juices. Adopting a rhythmic pumping action, he soon had Ororo turned into a shaking mass of orgasmic energy, its dam bursting as a powerful orgasm rocked her very being, drenching Logan in a veritable flow of her sweet perfumed release. Lapping them up as fast as he could, he in turn, prolonged her orgasmic ride by generating several small ones to accompany the shattering one that rose above the rest.

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Not allowing her time to come down from her, Logan was up in an instant, had himself positioned behind her, entered and filled her to the hilt, in one swift thrust.

“LOGANNN!” Ororo cried out, feeling his thickness filling and stretching her. She moaned a moan of sheer pleasure as he drew back, pulling out almost completely before doing a repeat of the previous powerful thrust.

Moving with a skill and agility that was just his, Logan began to thrust into her, his hands at her hips holding her in place. At first his movements were gentler, steadier ones, however, with her growing arousal and response, both verbal as well as physical he too grew harder, faster, thrusting with long, powerful strokes.

“Uhn-Uhn-Uhn…..” Ororo stifled her moans, her teeth biting into her lower lip, hard, almost making it bleed. “Faster Logan….faster.”

Heeding her plea Logan increased his speed until he was going as fast as he could….in that particular position.

“Yessss….OH Godddd…...” Ororo moaned and pushed back with equal fervor. “Faste…wha…” Ororo’s gasped in protest as Logan withdrew from inside her. However the second she found herself flipped over on the bed, lying on her back so that they were facing each other. Crawling up over her, Logan once again sheathed himself inside her, the increased leverage providing him with the added speed to more than please his tribal Goddess.

Scissoring her hands and legs around his neck and hips, Ororo pulled her lover into her arms, their lips crushing against one and another as the lower parts of their bodies moved in the most intimate, most primal of all dances.

Sensing the onset of a second orgasm, Ororo’s inner walls clenched the welcomed intruder both firmly and lovingly, pulling him towards the fast approaching edge, both of them hitting their peak at roughly the same time, holding onto each other for dear life as their bodies shuddered from the waves of pleasures washing over them.

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Gradually their thrusts slowed down before finally stopping, Logan fell down onto the bed and pulled Ororo on top of him, both of them catching their breaths….relaxed at having found release….for now.

There were no words said, not now, maybe not ever. They did not talk about the reason for her pain, not until later. All that mattered to him, maybe for both of them, was the relief, the joy….even if momentary, he brought her. Maybe it was a one-time thing, two friends supporting and being there for one another.

Maybe it was just another one-night stand. They knew not…neither did they care.

Maybe it was something more.

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‘Something more indeed,’ Ororo thought in the now and present, as she thrust against her feral lover, loving the feeling of him inside her.

Almost as much as she loved him…..as much as he loved her.

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Note: Thanks to everyone who reviewed and made me get my hands of my....Uhm-hmm, and get this second one done.

So, what do you think really happened? I am open to suggesstions and/or comments.

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“No Logan.”

“’Ro….”

“No. Not that and definitely not here.” Deep in her heart, Ororo knew that this day/time would come. After all, Wolverine’s animalistic tendencies had made him possess her in every and which way possible. Therefore, it was only a matter of time before he stepped into his natural environment. However, even the mental preparation and expectation for an outdoors love making session, had not prepared her for this.

“’Ro…please…” coming from him, that husky effort at a puppy dog whine sent shivers down Ororo’s spine.

“Logan….” Ororo sighed knowing that she was fighting a losing battle. What the Wolverine wanted, the Wolverine got….and right now he was asking for something that even the sexually open Ororo found a bit, uh, unnerving. “What if somebody sees us?”

The tilted head look of her lover gave her, said everything without him saying anything aloud. Who the fuck cares? Or, let ‘em? Or, I’ll gut the fucker.

“Logan, I am not…..” even as she spoke, Ororo found her body starting to betray as her hand rose from the ground to rest on her breast.

“God, ‘Ro,” Logan’s growl deepened his shoulders tensing as he sat in the classical Indian pose, just a hand’s reach from his African Goddess. “Touch yerself ‘Ro….”

“Logan…please…” the hand started making curving around the swell of the full, heavy breast. “…don’t….uhn…..”

“….touch yerself for me.”

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Earlier,

Standing in the dark, moonless night, just a crack away from dawn, a lone figure starred up into the sky, a smoldering cigar firmly clenched between his teeth. To anyone else his actions might have seen odd, but he wasn’t just anyone else. He was the Wolverine, possessor of six, one foot long Admantium laced claws, a killer healing factor, one of the hairiest bodies this side of fur and senses so enhanced that even a cat or dog would bow down to him. He had been standing in the same position, under the cover of trees, with his eyes starring high into seemingly empty space, watching the aerial dance going on there. It was she, the Windrider, HIS Windrider, his goddess of the storm, Ororo. Taking advantage of the sudden warm stretch in the cold winter, she had come out into the night to do something she so loved to do, dance in her winds. Not that the weather affected her anyway, but being from Africa, she seemed to have a soft spot for hot of summer as compared to the cold of winter. Heck , he was from Canada and he’d take a warm zero degree Celsius over the minus fifty-sixty they had in good old Canukleland. Even though his healing factor took care of everything that Mother Nature threw his way, at least with the zero degree, he wouldn’t have to think twice before taking an outdoorsy whiz. He tried that one, and the memory from the frostbite on his little Logan still caused him to wince.

As he watched, the winds seemed to slow down to a gentle breeze as their mistress final deigned to come back to the ground to mere mortals like him. As always, with her aerial routine, she was bereft of any clothing, having divested it near the almost fully frozen lake. It had been that what his nose picked up on, leading him directly here in his search for her.

Her hair spread around her like an aura, a natural glow overlaid and surrounding her ebony skin, Ororo looked more like the goddess of Love than that of the Storm. She did not just reflect the light; she generated her own.

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Nearing the ground, Ororo almost seemed to walk down the last couple of steps to the green but cool grass. Not one to have any of the western taboos and inhibitions in the first place, she seemed relaxed and completely confident in her skin, her long hip-length hair forming a natural curtain at her front and rear. As Logan watched, she cast a forelorn gaze at the frozen waters of the lake, battling an incessant urge to thaw out just a small part of it for her midnight-early morning dip. It would be so easy and no one would even need to know.

Shaking her head to dispel the temptation, the Nubian beauty walked to where her neatly folded clothes lay, only to find them gone. Her surprise did not even last for only a second. There was only one person in the mansion, to dare such a thing.

“Logan.”

Getting no answer for her hail, Ororo did a cursory survey of the area around her. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. No out of place movement, no noise, not even a misplaced scent. Nothing….ah, there, a golden ember appeared, seemingly out of thin air.

“Having fun darlin’.” The low, seductive growl carried a world of meaning within it as stepping out the shadow, the stocky Canadian lumbered down towards the suddenly cold and at the same time molten hot, Ororo.

“Ummm-hmm,” Ororo nodded, noticing that except for his skintight jeans, Logan too was completely bared to the elements. Had he come out like this? Or had he come here and prepared for her return?

Walking right up to her, a dangerous smirk on his face, Logan walked past her and tuened around to press his hard, muscular body along her smooth curves. “Wanna have more?” He growled at her ear as he let his arms slide around her, a possessive growl rumbling in his chest at the way Ororo just leaned into his embrace, turning around sideway to nuzzle at his side.

“Why? Have something in mind o’ feral one?” She suggestively licked along the outer curve of his ear, before parting her lips to nip at it.

Her action garnered an immediate ‘appreciative’ reaction at the bulge rubbing along her exposed thigh went from semi soft to rock hard within a second, just as a large calloused hand reached down to cup at a rounded ass cheek.

“Do you know what ya do t’ me woman?” Logan started rubbing along the curve of her waist where his other hand lay. “Do you know how crazy I get fer ya….how much I…”

Soft full lips descended to silence any more words from him, a slender pink tongue slipping out to lick around and enter into his mouth, tasting the remnants of the cigar he was just smoking and the beer he seemed to have drunk not long ago.

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The soft sensuous kiss grew in depth and intensity as Ororo reached up and hook her arms behind the nearly eight inches shorter Logan, her hand coming up the points of his wolf-ears spikes to pull him even closer to her, while Logan’s hands did the same with the lower halves of their bodies.

Breaking away for air, her shaded eyes rising to his darkened ones, Ororo panted between deep breaths. “Lets go….I need you….right now.”

Instead of answering verbally, Logan just let his three hundred pound body go, his falling weight pulling Ororo to the ground with him, her knees buckling to land her in his lap straddling his hips.

“Logan….” Ororo wondered aloud at the savage look fall over on his face. The Wolverine was rising to the surface and this time it was he who made the move and mashed their lips together, his one hand rising up to hold head in place, while the other continued its interplay at her hips. The way his fingers dug into the soft flesh of her behind, told Ororo she would surely be sporting its impressions for at least the next two days….just as she sported his love bites and his scent.

Her own hands caught at his chest, Ororo slid them down the waist of his jeans. Flicking the button open, she slid one slender limb inside, while bringing the other around to cup the bulge and the heavy scrotal sack.

“Oh Goddess….Logan,” she moaned at his mouth as the zip of his jeans finally slid down to allow her to curl her hand across his girth, gripping it rather firmly in an effort to join her finger to her thumb. “I-I…”

“I know darlin’,” Logan growled as drew back to look into her eyes. “But I need ya to do somethin’ fer me first.”

“What?” Ororo expected it to be the first thing that came to her mind, something involving her lips and the ‘tool’ throbbing in her hand.

“I want to see ya touch yerself….I wanna see ya make yerself come…..here…now.”

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Ororo felt herself redden, her skin feeling as if it were on fire. After their extensive ‘argument’ her body had upped and given up, going against what her mind was saying and following the commanding-request of her lover. Even for her, something like masturbation was an intensely personal thing. She had never even thought about doing it in front of anyone. Heck, she did not even partake in the watching of those so-called adult features that both men and women seemed to favor these days. She wasn’t sure if she’d be able to do now…even if it was it was in front of Logan. However, as before, her body seemed to be singing a rhythm of its own, causing her to rest against the smooth surface of a rock as her other hand started a downward journey to her feminine center.

Traveling down the firm flat flesh of her stomach, her other hand circling, squeezing and rubbing the fullness of her caramel colored breast topped with its ebony hued nipple, Ororo traced her fingers through the moist curls of her soft ivory white pubic triangle. Reaching its lower end, she reached out two fingers to lightly stroke the engorged flesh of her own clit, the action causing a moan to escape her lips…..a moan of his name, Logan’s name.

“Open yer eyes ‘Ro,” Logan’s rough yet molasses smooth voice sounded from the darkness, making her notice that the darkness was not so much from around her as was due to her involuntarily snapped shut eyes. Whimpering but continuing her self-ministrations, Ororo shook her head vehemently.

“Open yer eyes darlin’,” this time he sounded much closer, his hot breath falling and causing goose pimples to appear on the left side of her face. “I want ya t’see yerself and see me seeing ya do yerself. Open ‘em….” He trailed off, running his lips along the outer curve of her ear much like the way she had, his hand rising up to flick the pebbled flesh on top of her ‘currently unoccupied’ breasts.

“Logan….” That got an immediate and profound reaction. Her eyes snapping open, Ororo reached out for her suddenly out of reach lover, while thrusting those two probing fingers deep within her. “Ugh….Goddess.”

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Finally giving up the battle against the inevitable, her aroused mind gave into her heart and body. Locking eyes with the feral Wolverine, she saw the effect she was having on him, the constant growl emanating from him, the dark, hungry look in his eyes; the hardness of his flesh….how his hand was gently stroking his aroused manhood, perfectly in sync with her. It was as if they were making love without actually touching each other.

In her mind, Ororo felt that it was not her hand but Logan pressed against her. That it was his expert fingers that were working her, exciting her, just as she imagined the familiar heaviness of her erection at her sides. Setting her down in that semi reclined position, he had settled beside her, his fingers probing and pushing through her puffed outer folds into her soaking pussy, his actions gentle yet powerful, a harbinger of what was to come. The mental visual of his hand, or better yet, his mouth on her breast, caused a deep guttural moan to sound from the Mistress of the Elements as her minions picked up on her emotions and mirrored them in the form of a warm breeze that seemed to surround the couple. Actively moving now, Ororo twisted the hard nub of her nipple between the fingers and thumb, her other hand doing the same to the even harder and more sensitive flesh of her clitoris, while furiously continuing to tunnel within herself, right up to her knuckles.

As for his part, Logan was losing the fight over his self-control, his senses going haywire at the visual, audio and olfactory overload that was witnessing the heavenly occurrence before him. To him it was as if the Goddess had given into her wanton side and was expressing it freely both through her conscious and instinctive actions. It would be so easy to just to reach over, spread her already parted even further and plunge deep into her. Yet, he sat there, his hand rolling along the length of his shaft in a poor excuse of her inner warmth, watching her twirl her fingers over and around her clit in continuous circles. The low hum that was coming from her seemed a perfect contrast to his growl.

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Her breathing reduced to pants and gasps, Ororo’s movements grew erratic as her body started to tense up as an announcement of her impending climax. Every few seconds her legs would come together as if to tighten herself, pushing herself closer and closer to the cliff. Her juices already flowing were beginning to gush out, making a wet sloshing noise as she pumping action. Just when she could not take it anymore, her body reaching its peak to an orgasm, Ororo felt her hand pulled away from her body, only to be replaced by something even better. Something with muttonchops at the sides and an expert mouth and set of lips, both of which clamped around her center, a hot, thick roughness poke out to probe and invade into her wetness.

Her scream sounding through the forest, her body thrashed around with such a force from her climax that Ororo felt herself lifting off the ground. It was only Logan and his firm grip around her thighs and the weight of his face at her center that held the rising storm down on the ground as waves upon waves of warm pleasure washed over marble smooth body, just like the warm winds flowing around and over her and her lover.

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Gradually slowing down, Ororo did not even get the time to recover as Logan crawled up, kissed her, hard, to give her a taste of her own essence and none to gently urged her to flip over onto her stomach.

“Wha….Oh,” Confused for a second, she soon understood the meaning of his actions. It wasn’t Logan who was with her anymore, it was ‘him’, the Wolverine and just like the other animalistic tendencies in him, his copulation would be just as primal.

Realizing that it meant giving up all control, utter and complete submission, Ororo slowly but readily complied, turning around to rest on all fours, her face away from his.

Waiting for his filling intrusion, a sudden thought flashed across her mind about his intentions, blowing away as Logan, giving himself a few swift preparatory tugs, positioned himself against the puffed folds of her sex and with one powerful push sheathed himself inside her, his rock-hard member reaching her cervix. Given his state she did not expect any gentleness from him and nor was there any, but neither was there any pain….at least not any that she did not like. Like the one she momentarily felt as her inner walls expanded to accommodate him. It was all about possession, straight and simple, to make her and mark her as his, in everyway and everywhere possible.

The thought that had previously flitted across her mind, came back again as Logan started to move behind her, his hand firmly positioned on either side as his thumbs found and massaged the tighter opening there. Was he planning to take here there too? Having done it a few times with the ‘man’, Ororo did not expect the animal, the Wolverine to broach it too. It was simply, out of the realm of his comprehension. However, the thought of him showering the same ‘tough’ love that way too, intrigued her. Logan was always so slow, always so gentle whenever they coupled from behind. What would it feel like to have the Wolverine possess her like this?

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“Oh….Logan….,” Ororo moaned as Wolverine pressed her ass-cheeks apart, slipped one thumb just through the surface of her anal opening, and held it there. Her arms buckling from under her, her face fell to the ground, thus giving Logan a better position for both his thrusting and for what he was doing with his hands….or more precisely with his thumbs. “Deeper Logan…..deeeeeepppperrrr,” she pleaded, not knowing which opening, which action she was pleading for.

Lost in their animalistic coupling, Ororo could only move her hips; answering Logan’s thrusts with one of her own. Throes of pleasure wracking her body, she found herself lifted up on her hands as Logan leaned forward and grabbed one heavy swaying breast, kneading and squeezing it, as he rode her, his thrusts gaining in both speed and intensity.

Soon, he let go of her breast and reached down, to rub and massage her clit, while the thumb of his other hand finally pressed deeper through her puckered rear entrance, not deep, but just enough to provide the just the corrected amount of teasing and anticipatory sensations she needed to finally push her over into her orgasm.

All those varying attacks on her already overloaded senses along with the insistent thrusting of Logan inside her; pushed Ororo further and further, until, throwing her head back, she screamed like a banshee and started to come like a waterfall, drenching Logan’s pulsing shaft, making an audible sound as he tunneled into her.

“ORORO…,” Wolverine joined her seconds later with a guttural roar of her name. Pulling her up at the same instant as he began to ejaculate inside her, his sharp fangs found purchase and sunk into the soft flesh of her shoulder. Having paced his last few thrusts to join her in her orgasmic release, his shaft seemingly grew bigger within her before shooting his release in long ropey spurts. At that moment, nothing existed for them, except each other, no X-Men, no human-mutant problems and definitely no T’Challa or even dearly departed Jean.

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Lost in the feeling, her body flush with Wolverine’s, Ororo smiled languorously as he slowly drew out of her and turned her around and gathered her in his strong arms. Settled like that, in the lap of her lover and of Mother Nature, she soon drifted off to sleep, her head nuzzled at neck.

Had she stayed up a few seconds more, she would have witnessed Wolverine staring off into the darkness….glaring and smirking, both at the same time, at the person hiding there in the bushes.

Just as she would have seen that, so would she have heard the moan of release, as Emma Frost rubbed herself to orgasm.

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How about that ending?

TBC....