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Adult ++
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45
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Galatea
Galatea (NC-17)
Disclaimers: If you recognize it, I don’t own it. If you don’t recognize it and I give a
source for it, I still don’t own it. I
make no profit off this work of fan fiction except for my own perverse
gratification and yours. *eg * This
work of fiction is FICTION and is not meant to resemble any person living or
dead or in between. This story contains
sex, violence, naughty language, homosexuality, religion, alcohol and possible
drug use and is rated high for a
reason. If it’s illegal where you live
to read a fic of this rating, bugger off please thank you. I am not responsible nor is any host or
archivist of this fiction responsible for you getting your ass busted for
reading this.
A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST
WOMAN ALIVE ™, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch, and Uberbeta…I am sending Clio to
inspire you. Oh, and kilt wearing
muses. I find them very inspirational. ;)
InterNutter, TC, Maxwell Pink, and Dracena make me giddy with joy for
archiving/hosting. *twirls around all
sparkley * ProPhile is a lovely
smutmuse and Morgan is his deputy-in-charge of Remy and Jubes. Ah, and ProPhile
did provide the core idea behind this story and the drive for MORE SMUT, lol. Readers/future reviewers: Thank you so much for reading and sticking
with this (now I guess I can call it a) saga.
The ducks are organizing a ballet in your honor. Ducks en pointe… Somehow, not a pretty mental picture.
“I love
your toes.”
“Was?”
“Your
toes. I love ‘em.” Kitty yawned and stretched, tweaking one of
Kurt’s aforementioned toes in the process.
“They’re cute.”
He opened
one eye and peered down at his feet.
“Okay…”
K Kitty
closed her eyes and rolled onto her back.
“You can turn the movie off. I’m
falling asleep.”
“It ended
an hour ago. You’ve been out since
halfway through,” he noted, yawning himself.
“It’s almost midnight.”
She frowned
and sat up, rubbing her eyes. “I didn’t
mean to.”
“I know,
Liebes,” he laughed, her frown more cute than abashed. “Watching Swedish existentialism isn’t for
everybody.”
She raised her
eyebrow and asked sweetly, “So can we watch my movie now?”
Kurt groaned. The idea of sitting through Legally
Blonde did not appeal to him in the slightest. “Not so sleepy now, eh?” he asked by way of diversion.
“I know
what you’re doing. And it won’t work.” She scooted off the bed, covering a yawn
with the back of her hand and headed towards the entertainment center to switch
DVD’s.
Kurt did
not have to wait long for inspiration to strike and gift him with an idea. “Well, if that won’t work,” he said slowly,
edging towards her as quietly as possible, “how about this?” He pounced, closing the short distance
between them in an instant and grabbing her about the waist. She managed a squeak of outrage before he tossed
her onto the bed and followed suite. “Did
that work?”
She stuck
her tongue out at him in reply.
Kurt
mock-growled at her. “We don’t want to
watch that movie,” he pronounced, crawling towards her.
“We don’t? We beg to differ.”
“We want to
do other things…”
“Like watch
more Bergman[1]?” she
teased, scooting away until she backed against the headboard.
“No…” He grabbed one of her ankles and pulled her
towards him. “Like this…” He kissed her as she giggled, yelping when
she nipped his lower lip. “No fair!”
“Why not,
Fang Boy?” she teased, twisting from his grasp. “My bites aren’t as pointy as yours.”
He bared
his teeth at her in a play grimace and pouted when she laughed. “I’m not scary?”
“Do you
want to be?”
“No…”
“Good.” Kitty took the opening his relaxed posture
gave her and pinned him to the bed, flipping him onto his back with little
effort. “I think you’re far too cute to
be scary,” she added, wiggling her hips promisingly.
Kurt
uttered a cross between a sigh and a groan.
“Hexen.”
“Maybe,”
she laughed. “You don’t know what I get
up to while we’re apart.”
“A “Anything
you can show me here?” he purred, lifting his hips to push against her.
“Maybe…”
she repeated. Her nightgown was hiked
around her hips, exposing all of her bare legs to shadowed place between. “Maybe not.”
Kurt closed
his eyes and hissed a breath through his teeth as she unfastened his pants and
wrapped her fingers around his length. She
leaned forward and kissed him as she stroked his arousal, bringing it to fullness
and making him moan softly as her tongue explored the inside of his mouth. He whimpered briefly with a sense of bereft
need as she moved away for a moment only to have the whimper become a groan as
her mouth closed over his member. Her
tongue laving the sensitized flesh made him gasp and arch his back to feel more
of her warm mouth on his need. Her
fingers caressed the inside of his thighs before moving to cover his length
anywhere her mouth did not touch Kurt felt the familiar tightening in his
stomach, the burning wash of pleasure coursing through his veins, making him
moan louder. “Katzchen, stop…”
She rocked
back on her heels and frowned. “Why?”
“Because,”
he breathed, “I want to be inside you at the end…”
“Oh.” She felt her cheeks burn red in self-awareness. Kitty accepted his hand up and knelt over
him again, her knees on either side of his hips. “I think I can manage that.”
She let Kurt help her pull her
night shirt over her head and wrapped her arms around his neck, resting against
his knees as he sat up to kiss her again.
Kitty leaned back as he lowered his mouth to her breasts, his teeth and
tongue teasing turgid nipples. Kitty heard the moan rise in her throat and bit
her lipkeepkeep quiet, her fingers digging into Kurt’s shoulders as he drew on
her tender skin. Her hand slid between
them and carefully guided him inside her, a mutual sigh and groan as he filled
her seeping into her bones and warming her blood. Kitty gasped and arched as he laid back, the shift in position
making her feel like her insides were melting and flowing into molten need. She rocked her hips in time with his rhythm,
unable to help the small moans and mewls that escaped her.
Kurt pulled
her forward gently, not quite opening his eyes in the dark. He could see her well enough and the sight inflamed
him further. Her eyes were closed and
lips parted, her tongue darting out to moisten them as she breathed in gasps
and sighs. “Liebes, relax…”
“If I were any
more relaxed,” she panted, “I’d be dead…”
Kurt laughed
dryly and slid the tip of his tail up the back of her leg. “Trust me, Liebes.”
“I do…” Her
words faded into a moan as the very tip of his tail slid between her legs and dipped
into the moisture there, slicking the spaded end. He pulled her forward some more, until she was nearly flat
against his chest, and captured her lips in a searing kiss as he slid his tail
into her, filling her completely.
“Well,” she
said softly after a moment of still silence.
“This is new.”
“Is it
okay?” he asked anxiously. “I’ll stop.”
“Don’t,”
she gritted, “even think of it. Just…be
careful, okay?”
Kurt nodded
and bit his lip, trying not to end things too quickly. He could feel her contracting around his
arousal and it was too much to bear as he moved within her, the tightness of
her body in all respects around his flesh driving him over the edge into a wash
of bliss and release. Kitty’s sharp
sigh of release came after his own, her body shuddering as he filled her. Slowly and regretfully, they parted. Kurt sighed and hurried to the bathroom to
clean up, leaving Kitty to her own ablutions in privacy. When he came back out, she was curled on his
side of the bed in her nightgown again, her hair in a messy ponytail and the
movie of her choice starting. “I’m not
that easily distracted,” she smirked.
“Or am I
just not that good?” he asked mournfully before grinning at her teasing. “That’s my side of the bed,” he pointed out
as he climbed onto the other side and snuggled against her back.
“Yep.”
“Want to
trade?”
“Nope. It’s warm over here.” She smiled against his arm and added, “I can
be distracted again, you know…”
Kurt groaned.
“Schatz, bitte… more time!”
“How much
more?”
“Gah!”
“I love
you, Kurt,” she giggled.
“Me, too…”
“Are you
two done?” Rogue’s voice came through the door, muffled by the wood.
“We’re
doomed to this, aren’t we?” Kitty groaned.
Kurt called
out, with no small amount of irriation in his voice, “No! Go away!”
Rogue made
a noise that might have been a laugh or a snarl. It was difficult to tell through the door. “You’re needed—fully clothed—downstairs. There’s been…a thing.”
“What kind
of thing?” Kitty demanded. “I’m warm and
don’t want to move!”
“I’ll bet,”
Rogue snorted. “Look, just put on some
pants and come down stairs!”
“Fine, fine…” Kurt nudged Kitty. “It’ll be later when we get back.”
[1] Ingmar
Bergman…Swedish existentialist film maker.
Very…Swedish.
Disclaimers: If you recognize it, I don’t own it. If you don’t recognize it and I give a
source for it, I still don’t own it. I
make no profit off this work of fan fiction except for my own perverse
gratification and yours. *eg * This
work of fiction is FICTION and is not meant to resemble any person living or
dead or in between. This story contains
sex, violence, naughty language, homosexuality, religion, alcohol and possible
drug use and is rated high for a
reason. If it’s illegal where you live
to read a fic of this rating, bugger off please thank you. I am not responsible nor is any host or
archivist of this fiction responsible for you getting your ass busted for
reading this.
A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST
WOMAN ALIVE ™, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch, and Uberbeta…I am sending Clio to
inspire you. Oh, and kilt wearing
muses. I find them very inspirational. ;)
InterNutter, TC, Maxwell Pink, and Dracena make me giddy with joy for
archiving/hosting. *twirls around all
sparkley * ProPhile is a lovely
smutmuse and Morgan is his deputy-in-charge of Remy and Jubes. Ah, and ProPhile
did provide the core idea behind this story and the drive for MORE SMUT, lol. Readers/future reviewers: Thank you so much for reading and sticking
with this (now I guess I can call it a) saga.
The ducks are organizing a ballet in your honor. Ducks en pointe… Somehow, not a pretty mental picture.
“I love
your toes.”
“Was?”
“Your
toes. I love ‘em.” Kitty yawned and stretched, tweaking one of
Kurt’s aforementioned toes in the process.
“They’re cute.”
He opened
one eye and peered down at his feet.
“Okay…”
K Kitty
closed her eyes and rolled onto her back.
“You can turn the movie off. I’m
falling asleep.”
“It ended
an hour ago. You’ve been out since
halfway through,” he noted, yawning himself.
“It’s almost midnight.”
She frowned
and sat up, rubbing her eyes. “I didn’t
mean to.”
“I know,
Liebes,” he laughed, her frown more cute than abashed. “Watching Swedish existentialism isn’t for
everybody.”
She raised her
eyebrow and asked sweetly, “So can we watch my movie now?”
Kurt groaned. The idea of sitting through Legally
Blonde did not appeal to him in the slightest. “Not so sleepy now, eh?” he asked by way of diversion.
“I know
what you’re doing. And it won’t work.” She scooted off the bed, covering a yawn
with the back of her hand and headed towards the entertainment center to switch
DVD’s.
Kurt did
not have to wait long for inspiration to strike and gift him with an idea. “Well, if that won’t work,” he said slowly,
edging towards her as quietly as possible, “how about this?” He pounced, closing the short distance
between them in an instant and grabbing her about the waist. She managed a squeak of outrage before he tossed
her onto the bed and followed suite. “Did
that work?”
She stuck
her tongue out at him in reply.
Kurt
mock-growled at her. “We don’t want to
watch that movie,” he pronounced, crawling towards her.
“We don’t? We beg to differ.”
“We want to
do other things…”
“Like watch
more Bergman[1]?” she
teased, scooting away until she backed against the headboard.
“No…” He grabbed one of her ankles and pulled her
towards him. “Like this…” He kissed her as she giggled, yelping when
she nipped his lower lip. “No fair!”
“Why not,
Fang Boy?” she teased, twisting from his grasp. “My bites aren’t as pointy as yours.”
He bared
his teeth at her in a play grimace and pouted when she laughed. “I’m not scary?”
“Do you
want to be?”
“No…”
“Good.” Kitty took the opening his relaxed posture
gave her and pinned him to the bed, flipping him onto his back with little
effort. “I think you’re far too cute to
be scary,” she added, wiggling her hips promisingly.
Kurt
uttered a cross between a sigh and a groan.
“Hexen.”
“Maybe,”
she laughed. “You don’t know what I get
up to while we’re apart.”
“A “Anything
you can show me here?” he purred, lifting his hips to push against her.
“Maybe…”
she repeated. Her nightgown was hiked
around her hips, exposing all of her bare legs to shadowed place between. “Maybe not.”
Kurt closed
his eyes and hissed a breath through his teeth as she unfastened his pants and
wrapped her fingers around his length. She
leaned forward and kissed him as she stroked his arousal, bringing it to fullness
and making him moan softly as her tongue explored the inside of his mouth. He whimpered briefly with a sense of bereft
need as she moved away for a moment only to have the whimper become a groan as
her mouth closed over his member. Her
tongue laving the sensitized flesh made him gasp and arch his back to feel more
of her warm mouth on his need. Her
fingers caressed the inside of his thighs before moving to cover his length
anywhere her mouth did not touch Kurt felt the familiar tightening in his
stomach, the burning wash of pleasure coursing through his veins, making him
moan louder. “Katzchen, stop…”
She rocked
back on her heels and frowned. “Why?”
“Because,”
he breathed, “I want to be inside you at the end…”
“Oh.” She felt her cheeks burn red in self-awareness. Kitty accepted his hand up and knelt over
him again, her knees on either side of his hips. “I think I can manage that.”
She let Kurt help her pull her
night shirt over her head and wrapped her arms around his neck, resting against
his knees as he sat up to kiss her again.
Kitty leaned back as he lowered his mouth to her breasts, his teeth and
tongue teasing turgid nipples. Kitty heard the moan rise in her throat and bit
her lipkeepkeep quiet, her fingers digging into Kurt’s shoulders as he drew on
her tender skin. Her hand slid between
them and carefully guided him inside her, a mutual sigh and groan as he filled
her seeping into her bones and warming her blood. Kitty gasped and arched as he laid back, the shift in position
making her feel like her insides were melting and flowing into molten need. She rocked her hips in time with his rhythm,
unable to help the small moans and mewls that escaped her.
Kurt pulled
her forward gently, not quite opening his eyes in the dark. He could see her well enough and the sight inflamed
him further. Her eyes were closed and
lips parted, her tongue darting out to moisten them as she breathed in gasps
and sighs. “Liebes, relax…”
“If I were any
more relaxed,” she panted, “I’d be dead…”
Kurt laughed
dryly and slid the tip of his tail up the back of her leg. “Trust me, Liebes.”
“I do…” Her
words faded into a moan as the very tip of his tail slid between her legs and dipped
into the moisture there, slicking the spaded end. He pulled her forward some more, until she was nearly flat
against his chest, and captured her lips in a searing kiss as he slid his tail
into her, filling her completely.
“Well,” she
said softly after a moment of still silence.
“This is new.”
“Is it
okay?” he asked anxiously. “I’ll stop.”
“Don’t,”
she gritted, “even think of it. Just…be
careful, okay?”
Kurt nodded
and bit his lip, trying not to end things too quickly. He could feel her contracting around his
arousal and it was too much to bear as he moved within her, the tightness of
her body in all respects around his flesh driving him over the edge into a wash
of bliss and release. Kitty’s sharp
sigh of release came after his own, her body shuddering as he filled her. Slowly and regretfully, they parted. Kurt sighed and hurried to the bathroom to
clean up, leaving Kitty to her own ablutions in privacy. When he came back out, she was curled on his
side of the bed in her nightgown again, her hair in a messy ponytail and the
movie of her choice starting. “I’m not
that easily distracted,” she smirked.
“Or am I
just not that good?” he asked mournfully before grinning at her teasing. “That’s my side of the bed,” he pointed out
as he climbed onto the other side and snuggled against her back.
“Yep.”
“Want to
trade?”
“Nope. It’s warm over here.” She smiled against his arm and added, “I can
be distracted again, you know…”
Kurt groaned.
“Schatz, bitte… more time!”
“How much
more?”
“Gah!”
“I love
you, Kurt,” she giggled.
“Me, too…”
“Are you
two done?” Rogue’s voice came through the door, muffled by the wood.
“We’re
doomed to this, aren’t we?” Kitty groaned.
Kurt called
out, with no small amount of irriation in his voice, “No! Go away!”
Rogue made
a noise that might have been a laugh or a snarl. It was difficult to tell through the door. “You’re needed—fully clothed—downstairs. There’s been…a thing.”
“What kind
of thing?” Kitty demanded. “I’m warm and
don’t want to move!”
“I’ll bet,”
Rogue snorted. “Look, just put on some
pants and come down stairs!”
“Fine, fine…” Kurt nudged Kitty. “It’ll be later when we get back.”
[1] Ingmar
Bergman…Swedish existentialist film maker.
Very…Swedish.