Primal Urges

Sorry for the long time to update, but I have so many other projets that I'm working on that I am finally catching up to my posting...
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Part Thirteen

“Damn it, Creed! When the hell are you going to get out there to get her?!” hollers Stryker. The old man is beyond livid now…he has had to wait close to two months to even begin and still can’t! There is something wrong here…he thinks as Creed just brushes him off as he tries to get some coordinates from the monitors shadowingthe mansion. Ever since he called to tell him that Weapon X had recaptured his subject and had him pinned to the ground, he had to be even more patient.

But now, the doctor is getting anxious and is this close to folding up his tents. After all the testing and scheming, Stryker still doesn’t have what he needs. I should have picked the other one…it seems as if Victor had a little too much interest in this one…he had told Victor to take all the time he needed to get well so he can go out again…this time Wraith has to take the lead. Having Creed only as backup is a better strategy...the last plan was flawed, but then again Victor had come up with it. He looks around the control room, wanting to find the doctor. He sees him over by the cooler…checking the temperatures on the live samples that are supposed to be used for the insemination experiment.

“Dr. Schmidt…Wraith and Creed are preparing to retrieve the subject…” he starts, but the doctor never looks at him.

“Why has it been so long?” he asks.

Stryker shrugs, “This has to take some time. The subject is under heavy guard now, so we have to strategically plan a way to either lure her out or to find a way in. We expect to get the mission under way within the next couple of weeks.” Dr. Schmidt turns to looks at him, “More of a wait?”

“Unfortunately…we don’t have enough intell yet to head in…” Stryker supplies hesitantly. The elder man sighs, “I knew I should have done this with someone else…but I trusted that you would have the resources I needed. You haven’t been too helpful as of late…”

Stryker bristles, “I have given you all of the mutant DNA you can imagine…no one has the collection I have. And no one has the facilities that can house your work without any interference…so I would be careful who you get uppity with.” The doctor just stares at him, knowing that he is right. Sighing, he writes down the data and turns to head back into his lab. “Colonel…we must get this experiment under way soon, some of the DNA will no longer be viable…especially your precious Weapon X samples.”

Stryker nods, “Just a couple of weeks and we will be under way.” Dr. Schmidt just walks away, without giving him anymore of a response. Bushy brows furrow as he makes his way into the debriefing room to talk to Wraith. He enters to see the mutant sitting at the table, sipping away at a cup.

“Do you have any more intell?” Stryker asks as he walks over to him. Wraith just looks at him, sipping again.

He does it twice more before he says anything, “Nothing new…she’s kept in the mansion, under heavy guard. No way for me to get in there without getting caught…and they aren’t gonna fall for the hurt mutant bit again. The only way is to storm the place but we don’t have anything that can hold up with what is there.”

“We only need a few minutes to get to her…just enough of a diversion,” he says. Not paying attention to the shadows around him, the Colonel misses Creed standing there listening. Wraith sips again, “I’ll figure out a way to do it, but we still need some more time.”

“WE DON’T HAVE THAT MUCH TIME!!! It’s bad enough you lost her the first time…” Stryker yells, but Wraith perks up, “I didn’t lose her…blame that shit on Creed.”

“I didn’t lose her either…she was taken. Anyway, it won’t happen again…” Creed growls and Stryker snorts, “It sure won’t…I’ll make sure I’m there at the capture, so that I can personally transfer her to the doctor without any further incident. So whatever you plan, I need to know ahead of time.” He rolls his eyes at the both of them before he leaves.

Creed didn’t count on that…and dammit it’s not what he wants! He knew that he would have to let Stryker have her, but he wanted some time with her first. That idea is shot now...damn that fool!

Sighing, he comes over to Wraith and takes the cup out of his hand to take a sip. “Tequila…not surprised…always drank that crap when you were worried, what’s the problem?”

Wraith snatches the cup back, “You, you dumb fuck! I did not wanna have to deal with the X-Men again, but you fuck up and let them get her back! I thought that you were so much better than Logan…”

Sabretooth grabs him by the collar and jerks him up out the chair, “I am! Watch yer fucking mouth!” Wraith blinks out of his hand and to the opposite side of the room. “You are so busy trying to mess with Logan…you lost your train of thought!” Creed says nothing as he stands there growling at him.

“Oh, and what really happened in that cave? How in the hell did he get the drop on you if you are so damn good?”

Still no answer…

Wraith grabs his cup and finishes it off, “He wants us to go right to him…in his home. If you couldn’t stop him, what the fuck makes Stryker think we can?”

Creed finally swallows enough of his anger to answer, “He’s just a runt…he can’t beat me, never has.”

“Maybe, but he can sure as hell beat on you!” Wraith drops his cup down and leaves out. Creed watches him leave, snarling as he goes. “Pansy bastard…” he murmurs as he takes the cup and throws it across the room to watch it shatter against the wall. Everyone, fuckin’ everyone thinks Logan is better...even that tasty bitch he had!

He smiles, she’s coming back…and Logan will pay for what he did…



Ever since that day she found out about the true state of her injuries, Ororo has pushed herself to get back on her feet…with Logan’s help of course. At first, the walks were short, only to the door and back. But as her legs got stronger, the walks got longer. Soon she is able to walk out into the hall, then upstairs to the rec room to the delight of all the kids there. Kitty, Piotr, Bobby, and Jubilee gave her a ton of hugs before she was able to maneuver back to the lab down stairs. She had hoped to see Rogue, but she is told that her and Jean were in the library looking up some information and has been at it for quite some time. Ororo didn’t want to disturb them, so she asks Logan to escort her outdoors. He isn’t too crazy about taking her out there, but she needs to get out of the mansion…be where she can be free…

Outside…

After being continuously pestered at lunch, Logan asks Jean to bring down some clothes for her so they can go out on the grounds. He has to laugh at the amount of enthusiasm she has to get dressed and head to the outdoors.

Ororo dresses in record time…with him waiting outside the door, of course. Emerging from the room in a pair of sweatpants and tee-shirt, she walks to him and takes his arm.

“Let’s go!” she says, damn near pulling him along. They head outside through the garage and once she gets to the door…she throws her head back, closing her eyes. Her hair is tied back, but she cuts it loose to let her tresses free. Logan stands there looking at her, happy that she’s out here. There was something very wrong about leaving her locked away in the basement of the mansion for so long.

Ororo steps out into the sunshine, taking in the warmth of the rays and gentle breeze blowing through her hair.

Suddenly, with a happy giggle, she runs out onto the grounds…Logan still standing in the garage entrance watching her frolic around like a child on the first day of summer vacation. Her laughter can be heard all the way back into the mansion, and many of the kids stop their work to come to the window to see their usually stiff teacher running around the grounds. Xavier, Jean, and Scott all go to the window to see her.

“Oh, Professor…she’s so happy now…look at her!” Jean squeals as she claps her hands. Scott wraps an arm around her waist, smiling. His friend almost looks like the old Storm, but he knows that person is long gone. Still, it’s good to see her like this!

Xavier smiles as he sees Logan come out to her…he is glad that he was right about this, they did need each other.



Logan comes up to her, “Havin’ fun, darlin’?”

She turns to him and hugs him, “Logan…oh, I needed this! Thank you!”

“Anythin’ for ya’, darlin’…wanna go to the lake?”

“Yes!” she shrieks as she tears off in that direction. He follows behind her, shaking his head. This is going to be like watching a hyper-active kid on happy pills…

By the time he reaches the lake, she’s already there, running around it. Logan laughs as she begins to speed up. Soon, a blast of wind hits him and Ororo’s up in the air…swooping and gliding on the air currents.

“Goddess, I missed this!” she calls as she whizzes by him. He has the inane urge to tell her to be careful, but this is Ororo, the weather witch…Storm. This is her element and her domain…and who would know how to be careful in it but her. He makes his way over to a large rock and sits down to relax while she has her fun.

Ducking and dodging invisible barriers in the air, Ororo flies around…observing everything and feeling free, for the first time in months. She can almost forget her trauma…her pain…up here, just let it float off on the next breeze. She looks down at the lake and to the person sitting beside it, taking a well-deserved nap.

Through all of this, he’s still here…still with me… Ororo pauses for a minute to think about all of the trials they have gone through in such a short period of time. She never expected to have her feelings reciprocated…

Logan is a well-experienced man, never was without some kind of female comfort at one time or another. He has had many women over the time he’s been alive…how long that’s been is still anyone’s guess. But in the time she has known him, he has proven himself to be more than loyal and the best friend she could have on many occasions.

The Nubian goddess slowly drifts down to the ground, still staring at him. A flood of desire hits her and she’s afraid of the intensity of it. Just watching him is stoking the fire within her…imaging that well-sculpted body pressed against hers is overwhelming. She can see so much of his face now with its strong jaw, high cheekbones, aquiline nose, and full soft lips. He still has a small tuft of hair on his chin and his hair has been cut lower than it usual has ever been. He truly has a handsome face…to match the rest of him.

He said he would be patient…he would wait for her to decide what she wanted…

'Well, that decision was made long ago…I just need to act on it.'

Her eyes still glued to him, she starts to undress...not entirely knowing why. As she kicks off her shoes and takes off the tee-shirt, she notices the faint scars over her torso…becoming slightly self-conscious of them.

Next, she removes her pants, noticing the light scratches on her legs and across her stomach…

Suddenly, this doesn’t seem like a good idea anymore…

Before, she was proud of her body; proud of the care she took in it. Ororo is not a boastful person, but she was never ashamed at how she looked…only having used the cover of night to shroud the flights she took naked to protect the others. Now, she is unsure of herself…that pride snatched cruelly away…she starts to pick the shirt back up when…

“Don’t…don’t, darlin’,” whispers a husky voice.

She looks up to see Logan sitting up, staring at her. Panic fills her gaze as he stands to come closer to her.

His eyes are gentle as he murmurs, “There’s nothin’ for ya’ ta’ be ashamed of, darlin’…I told ya’…yer still beautiful.”

“Not with these scars…” she whispers as she looks away, still clutching the shirt. He moves closer and runs a gentle hand down her arm, making her shiver. “Ya’ can hardly see them…’Ro…”

She looks up at him, still afraid of the power of her feelings. Now, being out here, feeling free…she wants to be with him, but she has one more obstacle to overcome…insecurity.

Insecure about her looks and insecure about the fact that he could still want her…

Logan sees fear in her eyes, but can scent her arousal as well. That scent alone is driving him wild…seeing her out here and feeling free was even more an aphrodisiac, but he had said that he would wait for her.

Now, she’s here and she wants to take that step, but she’s afraid again.

His mind calls out to her…I’m here, darlin’…I’m here…

He pulls her close, pressing the shivering body against his, not believing what he’s about to say, “Ya’ don’t hav’ta’ do this now…it’s okay…”

She looks up at him, and caresses his cheek. My dearest friend and protector… “No, I want to do this…I need to do this, now…”

“Do you want me?” she asks hesitantly.

Logan looks down at her, smiling gently, “Koibito, how could I not?”

Smiling through tears, she slowly takes his face between both hands, letting her shirt fall back to the ground.

He lowers his face to hers…letting his lips brush hers softly. Moaning, she presses closer…drawing his lips back to hers, making the kiss more passionate. Logan slides his powerful arms around her waist as he deepens the kiss, his tongue probing her lips until she opens to give him access. Once his tongue attacks hers, she moans deeply…sagging against him under the onslaught of emotion. He brings a hand up to cradle the back of her head as he dominates her mouth.

It’s taking all he has to keep the animal at bay…for so long he has had to stay chained waiting for her. Now that she has accepted him, he is yearning to burst free, but this has to be gentle, slow…for her sake. He groans as his hand gently presses her head closer to grind her lips against his. After long moments of passionate kissing, he pulls back to let them get a breath, but his lips are drawn to the silky length of her neck. He kisses hungrily down the side of her neck and to her collarbone…her fingers delving into the midnight darkness of his hair.

“Logan…” she manages to whisper as she clings to him. Her body still shakes, but it’s no longer in fear…it’s with the desperate need to regain what was lost. She can feel his hands slide down her back to unfasten the lace bra…moaning once it comes free. It falls unheeded to the ground as his lips continue to plunder her neck.

His hands slowly make their way up to cup her and she presses herself into those warm hands…her nipples hardening.

Logan can hardly believe what’s happening…having wanted it for so long. He can feel her hands sliding over his chest and suddenly needs to have those hands against his hot skin. He pulls back to rip his shirt off…hearing her gasp as his body is revealed to her again, this time for her enjoyment only. Her eyes widen at looking at him, having always thought him so beautiful. “Goddess…” she whispers as she moves her hands over him in awe.

Those light touches send streaks of electricity through him…his burgeoning arousal straining tightly against the front of his jeans.

“Jeez…’Ro…” he moans as his head is thrown back, relishing each delicate touch and each quiver his body makes against them. Logan finally looks down at her…seeing her stand there in only a lacy black pair of panties. His breath catches as he observes the full, rounded breasts with the chocolate colored nipples…hardened to tight nubs. Her body is still slim, perfectly portioned…the light glimpses of the scars left by Sabretooth not destroying the sheer beauty of her. His eyes move lower to where the silvery-white mound that carries the precious treasure he desires is covered, for the moment…his mouth dries up, anxious to see if she really does taste like chocolate all over. The feral brings his eyes back to hers and sees the tears threatening to fall.

He lightly kisses each eyelid as he whispers, “So very beautiful, koibito, yer so very beautiful.”

The African beauty wraps her arms around his neck, placing desperate kisses there…biting gently. He growls, wishing that she could mark him…show the world that he is hers, forever. Those guttural sounds urge her on, her teeth biting down harder, beginning to draw blood…as his libido hits heights he has never experienced before.

His arms tremble as he takes hold of her panties and slowly starts to lower them to the ground. Her fingers grasp frantically in his hair as he blazes a trail of hot kisses down her body. Suddenly, Ororo’s legs feel as weak as they did when she first started to walk again…and she sways at the feeling. Once his face is level with her delicate mound, the panties are forgotten and a reverent kiss is placed on the soft hair.

She lets out a sharp gasp as he grabs her hands to bring her down on the ground. Smiling wickedly, he lays her down and positions himself between her legs. For a brief minute, she starts to panic, but he places a kiss on her chest…right above her heart.

“I don’t wanna scare ya’…please tell me ta’ stop if ya’ can’t take it.” Logan says in a silky voice. Ororo shakes her head, “No, mpenzi…Mimi ni wenu…”

I am yours… she says.

Logan kisses her deeply, his hands roaming down her body…grabbing her thigh and bringing it up to caress his side. Soft pants escape her as the flood now turns into a tsunami. Another light blast of air blows over them, but it’s not cool…warm in content.

He moves his lips back down her body, kissing the valley between her breasts…gently licking the heated flesh there. Her body quivers as she feels his hot breath hover over a nipple. “Mmmm…” he says as he takes one completely in his mouth, her back arching and driving it further in. “Logan, fanya mie wenu!”

Make me yours…

Logan takes in a breath as he moves to take the other one in his mouth, teasing the neglected one with his fingers. Ororo writhes in ecstasy, her emotions battering her like the waves against the shore. She murmurs words in both her native language and English…all unintelligible. He takes his lips lower, moving in on the spot that has been calling out to him with its pungent scent. A light kiss touches her right on her apex, then he gently opens her legs…getting a slight bit of resistance. Once she relaxes, he kisses her again then buries his head between her thighs. A sharp streak runs through her veins as he runs his tongue over her sensitive pearl, before he takes it completely in his mouth to suck on. Her whole body arches off the ground and she lets out a low keening sound as her mind goes blank.

'Damn, she does taste like chocolate all over!' he thinks as he continues to lick urgently the delicious flavors flowing from her hidden core. She thrashes around mindlessly as he takes a hand to hold her still…nipping gently at the throbbing folds before he dives in again. His wickedly talented tongue greedily laps up her essence as it comes to him…his fingers tickling the soft white curls covering her. The wind around them starts to blow more furiously as she grips and tears at the grass under her, trying to take hold of something before she is swept away.

“Let go, darlin’…let go,” Logan whispers against her as her eyes open and turn white. A bolt of lightning streaks through the sky as she arches once more, screaming out her joy as her climax hits her. Logan doesn’t relent though, gives no quarter as he thrusts his tongue deep inside her. Another bolt strikes in the sky as another orgasm floods her…her body quivering in response. Logan comes back up to her, taking her lips in another passionate kiss. The Nubian goddess wraps her arms around his neck as she absorbs her own sweet taste in his kiss…pulling back to take a breath as he leans up to remove his jeans, which have been strangling him for a while now. As the rest of his gorgeous body is being revealed…Ororo stares hungrily at him, wanting him to hurry so she can taste him the same way he did her. The raging feral opens his jeans and quickly divests himself of them along with his boots…his manhood springing free, his essence glistening at the tip.

Instinctively, she takes him in her hand…stroking him firmly and sensually, feeling him rock his hips in answer.

“Fuck, ‘Ro…oh, God…don’t stop!” he moans out as his eyes roll back into his head. Ororo sees his pleasure and wants to enhance it so she sits up…looking at the satiny covered shaft quivering slightly in her hands. She leans in to kiss it and it jumps eagerly. Pleased with the response, she slowly takes it in her mouth as Logan releases a feral roar at feeling the hot wetness. His fangs are bared in a tortured snarl as he feels her tongue encircle his engorged head. Slowly she sucks on him, drawing down and pulling back tightly…teasing him erotically. Her hand grips him in a scorching caress, her fingers playing with the tight sacs under his thick shaft. Logan’s hips involuntarily continue to rock against her mouth, his hand grabbing the back of her head to keep her still…but she has no reason to leave. Her talented tongue traces the throbbing veins along his thick member… feeling every beat of his racing heart as she licks his glistening liquid off the tip, taking him back into her mouth. Harder and harder she sucks, trying to draw from him the same cataclysmic response she gave him.

Logan can’t think…his mind a jumbled mess, as he feels his enigmatic lover offer him a release unlike any he has ever had. That blinding white light rushes towards him as his muscles clench…his hand grips her hair as his head is thrown back while an earth-shattering roar leaves him…his body releasing all he has into her mouth. She takes it all, feeling an overwhelming sense of pride and love for the man they call Wolverine. He could have let the beast run free, but he chose to make this as loving and gentle as he could…she can’t possibly love him anymore for that…

But, that time is over…it’s time to let the beasts run wild…

Ororo lifts up…a darkened gaze in her eyes along with a devilish smile. Logan can barely see straight, but he notices the change in her demeanor…his mate is ready, more than ready to be claimed. He flashes a wicked grin as he takes her mouth, tasting himself this time…driving himself insane with need. The eager feral pushes her back to the ground, positioning himself at the heaving gates of her heated center. Logan looks in her eyes, waiting for her to accept what he’s offering and her eyes blaze their answer…he takes his hand to bring his manhood to tease her dripping center.

“Are ya’ sure, darlin’? I won’t do this if ya’ don’t want me too…” he grinds out, praying that she won’t be that cruel.

“Ninakupenda, Logan! Kuja kwangu!” she growls, sending erotic shivers down his spine. She arches against him, repeating herself, “I love you, Logan…come to me!”

He slides the head of his thickened shaft just past the opening and she gasps…suddenly a little frightened. He kisses her sensually, wanting to reassure her…not all together sure that she is healed enough to take this, “Just a little more, darlin’…are ya’ okay?”

“Nidyo…” she murmurs, her hips rising up to meet his. Carefully, he presses forward…letting her body adjust. 'She’s so tight…so fuckin’ tight…' he thinks as the sheer ecstasy of entering her threatens to unman him before he’s fully seated. Inch by delicious inch he’s devoured by her convulsing walls…until he feels he has reached her very center.

Logan rests for a minute, determined to bring her to completion before he does…but her frantic writhing is undoing him. The feral starts to move slowly, thoroughly…making sure she feels every concentrated stroke. Logan is determined to erase all those horrible memories of Victor, to show her what lovemaking really is…how it can consume you and make you feel free. The sexual pitch rises…his thrusts start to speed up as she undulates under him.

“Ya’ feel so damn good, ‘Ro…ahhh,” he moans as he rises up on his hands to drive himself deep within her. Her head twists back and forth…the intense feelings of rapture overwhelming her while her legs wrap around him tightly. The weather goddess can feel everything around her now; the whisper of winds through the grass and trees, the gentle rippling of the water in the lake as well as the thunder and lightning roaring around them. The graceful bow of her back arouses her feral lover as he watches her take her pleasure…all the while granting him his.

His beast is fighting with him…wanting to break free, but he restrains himself…needing to be gentle for her.

But, Ororo’s frantic movements are breaking through his already strained control. The mocha-skinned woman throws her head back as her body surges…the feral beast can’t hold back anymore; it is demanding that he claim her…

Now…make her ours now! it screams, so he brings his mouth to her throat, biting down…hoping that she understands what this means, certain that she’s willing to accept his request. She holds him tighter, moving her head to the side to give him more access…offering more of herself to him.

“Mimi ni wenu…” she gasps again as his teeth dig in, breaking the skin…his tongue licking the small drops of blood left behind. This time, instead of fear there is only completion and suddenly everything is right in her world.

'I am his…' she rejoices as tears fall down her face, feeling him fill her so completely. Logan feels the wetness against his lips and pulls back, afraid he’s hurt her…but her face only shows a peace that was hard fought.

“Please…” she says and he smiles down at her. He nuzzles her neck as he continues to move within her…racing with her up that peak towards ecstasy. A fine sheen of sweat covers them both as they create a primitive rhythm that expresses everything that they have been feeling; all the hate, pain, fear, anguish, and turmoil. Each powerful thrust, each loving caress starts to wipe away the upset over almost losing each other. Ororo kisses his neck as Logan bites her ear…both growling their excitement over this joining. Her long legs wrap around his waist as she grinds into him…her animal breaking free at last.

“Ah, Logan…harder!” she cries out as his hips drive into her in short, hard strokes. He growls again as he pulls out gently…needing a deeper caress. He turns her over, placing her on all fours to enter her from behind.

Logan stares at the long line of her back, the roundness of her ass as he caresses the soft globes…needing desperately to be deep inside her. With a rapturous groan, he impales her…her eyes turn white while another storm starts brewing. Her nails dig into the ground, ripping the dirt and grass as his hips start to pound into her, his shaft sliding seductively in and out. Ororo’s head is thrown back as the storm builds inside her as well as around them. Dark clouds cover the sky as thunder rumbles off in the distance. As he is thrusting into her, lightning flashes overhead. He bends over to bite her again, making his mark clear for anyone to see…his hands digging into her hips, keeping her close.

“Logan…Logan….ah, Goddess…” she shrills as her body rocks to meet every thrust, his movements losing rhythm as his mind empties of everything but how amazing she feels. A volatile climax rolls over her…her tight core gripping him tightly, pulling at him until his body jerks as he explodes deep inside her. His mighty growl echoes along with hers in the ferocity of the storm as he drains himself within her once again. Blissful aftershocks rack both of them as they fall to the ground, completely exhausted. The satiated feral pulls her close…warming her with his furred body as they labor to regain their breaths from their sensual battle. Ororo snuggles in, resting her head on his shoulder…her hand resting on his chest, feeling the rapid heartbeat that is echoed within her.

The skies begin to clear, just in time to let the moonlight shine down on the tired pair. Ororo didn’t think she could do this…didn’t think she was strong enough to handle it. She sighs into his neck as she asks, “Is it always like this? Can we always be like this?”

“Forever, darlin’…so, it’s a good thing that I can heal fast!” he says jokingly. Ororo laughs as she runs her leg over his, enjoying the soft feeling of hair along her limb. Logan looks down at the seductive temptress lying so comfortably in his arms. Months ago, she couldn’t stand to be near him, weeks ago they were cuddling and speaking of a possible future…now, as he looks proudly at the mark left on her neck, he can actually believe that all of it can happen, even without children. He stares up at the moon, wanting to howl his happiness at it.

“I know how you feel…I want to as well.” Ororo says, breaking into his thoughts. He smiles as he leans up on one arm to look down at her. Her face is glowing, eyes shining as her smile widens at his loving perusal. “I always knew ya’ were crazy…” he whispers as he kisses her again. His hand travels down to her suddenly aching breast, caressing it gently.

“Logan…oh, Goddess,” she moans as her body arches up into his hand.

“Ya’ a little anxious fer more, are we?” he says in his sexy voice. She groans as she lowers her hand to touch his growing arousal. “That healing factor really comes in handy, doesn’t it?”

“Yeah it can…” he starts as he presses himself against her, “…but I think you will find it much more handy than me…” he drawls as he kisses her deeply. Ororo places her hand on his chest as she surrenders to his domination of her mouth…the fires that were slowly ebbing away are blazing once more.

“Nature has always been our calling, mpenzi …it calls to us now…” she whispers huskily. Logan stares down her body and though she still feels a little self-conscious over the marks on her, she tries her best not to show it. To try to make her feel more at ease, he takes his tongue and traces each mark; kissing each one as he goes along. She holds still as she hears him speak lovingly to her in Japanese, “Masukagami…Misiga to omoFo…”

He licks the scars under her breasts, his tongue tracing each jagged line…her body fighting against the to need to writhe under his touch, so intent she is to hear every single word. Even if she doesn’t know what they mean, the feeling put into each word gives her the idea. Logan kisses each eyelid as he whispers, “Imo ni aFamu
kamo…” then his lips capture hers in a scorching kiss.

“Tama no wo no…” he continues as those same lips travel down her neck to her breasts, laboring sensually on the hardened nipples there. The handsome feral takes one aching peak then the other between eager lips…laving them both with his skilled tongue. Ororo can’t help but moan anxiously…needing him to put her out her delightful misery. She runs her fingers through his sweat-slicked hair as she smiles at him. He looks back up into her face before letting his naughty mouth travel lower on her body, licking especially at a gash cut just above her patch of silvery hair. “So fuckin’ sweet…” he murmurs against her skin, causing little ripples of excitement to trek throughout her body.

'Logan…what are you saying to me?' she thinks as his mouth heads further down…teasing her swollen lips with long, drawn out strokes with his tongue. Her legs fall open as she let loose whimpering gasps. A wolfish smirk covers his lips as he dives in once more to torture her quivering center…tasting each drop of her honeyed essence as she grinds against him. Never has she been with someone that is so skilled in this…that takes his time to please as well as be pleased.

As if he can hear her thoughts, he stops his feast for a moment, “Taetaru koFi no…sigeki kono koro,” he says repeating the line. He strokes her delicate pearl with his tongue once more before answering, “It’s a poem I read while I was in Japan…a love poem by Hitomaro, a well-known poet. I just thought of it…bein’ with ya’ like this can bring out the gentleman in me…dammit!” Ororo laughs as he turns his attention back to driving her completely mad. His touch makes her jerk as he settles in again, each stroke more fevering than the last. She tries very hard not to let her emotions run away from her…causing another storm will definitely alert those in the mansion of what’s going on here.

But, she doesn’t care…

It has taken me this long to be able to open back up to him…why shouldn’t everybody know? Her eyes turn white again and the clouds roll in quickly. Logan smiles as he starts to feel the first drops of rain on him as she arches her back…her voice keening loudly over the building storm. He can feel her reaching her apex, tasting her sweet essence…drawing out every last drop. The thunder rolls as she cries out his name as her body shatters into small pieces…every nerve ending on her alive with extra-sensory feelings. He kisses her there once more before he comes back up to gaze into her eyes. “The poem I told ya’ explains about the love he has fer his wife…his mate. I felt it the right thing ta’ say…”

As she still tries to return to her breathing to normal, Ororo smiles up at him…looking absolutely enticing with her hair spread like a mantle on the grass around her, her eyes twinkling in the moonlight…

“Do you think they’ll be coming for us?” she asks.

“Who cares? I ain’t done yet…” he snarls as he lies back, bringing her on top of him. She feels the hardened length of him against her belly and an excited shiver runs down her spine. His eyes darken as he tells her, “Ride me, darlin’…set yerself free…”

The rain that had started earlier continues to fall as she quickly straddles him and sits just above his throbbing manhood, feeling it rest against her ass. Ororo leans down to kiss him thoroughly, letting her tongue run along the edges of his lips. His hands take hold of her as she moves her tongue into his mouth to start her own sensual dance…allowing her body to move on him in much the same way. Logan breaks the kiss to gasp out, “That’s it…take me, darlin’”

Encouraged, she moves her lips to his neck…biting hard as his head arches back. The metallic taste of his blood fires her even more, so she kisses down to his chest…first running her hands over it before leaning down to take one of his nipples into her mouth. It’s Logan’s turn to arch his back as the hot wetness of her caress sends shockwaves through his sensitive skin.

“So good, ‘Ro…it feels so good…” he groans, his fingers clutching tightly in her silvery-white tresses. Feeling wicked; she lets her tongue travel downward towards that part of him that begs for a caress. Ororo can feel his muscles tighten as she gets closer, but she is hard pressed to decide what she wants to do. The aroused windrider takes a quick lick on his shaft before sitting up to maneuver over him.

“Yes…oh, God…yes!” he cries out as he can feel her heat against the tip of him. The Nubian goddess takes hold of him as she slowly lowers herself down that velvety hardness…a sharp hissing noise coming out of his mouth as she does. His hands take hold of her hips when she consumes him, seating herself comfortably on him. Her core starts to throb, gripping his member in a vice-like hold. Then, she starts to move…rocking back and forth as she concentrates on the fullness she feels. Her nails rake his chest as she begins to ride him harder, using her thighs to lift herself off him briefly before slowly lowering to draw out the pleasure.

“Fuck, ‘Ro…yer killin’ me!” he grits out as he pushes up to meet every downward stroke. She rocks harder…making his steeled shaft hit deeper inside her, making him more a part of her. Logan can only hold on…his African goddess taking her name seriously as she whips the winds around them again. The light, caressing rain turns into heavy drops as she grinds harder on him…pressure building in the both of them. Logan sits up on his hands, leaning back on them as he watches her take command.

She needs this…he tells himself as her lovely face contorts with the concentration she’s putting into bringing them both to climax. His member is aching now…burning to release…but the welcoming warmth surrounding him is too damn good to let go!

Her stomach has tightened, her body shaking with the promise of an explosive completion. She feels her walls clench tightly around him as she listens to him pant helplessly. Ororo watches the beautiful emotions play across his features; lust, desire, pain, pleasure, and most of all unconditional love.

“’Ro…koibito…please…” he pleads with her and she flashes him a wicked smirk.

“Wewe ni mgodi…Mimi hawatakuwa na huruma,” she snarls as she bites his neck again…this time, growling as she moves her lips down his chest. She gives him a warning…letting him know he is hers and at her mercy. With the ferocity she’s displaying, he wishes for the first time that he can’t heal…he wants to see the proof of her possession on him, needs her to mark him as he has marked her.

Logan groans as she moves back down to take his nipple again, biting it lightly. A deep rumble builds in his gut as he knows he’s not gonna be able to hold off any longer. A cacophony of ecstasy-filled yells is released as his eyes close…his head drops back while his body thrusts into her as deeply as it can before emptying himself within her.

“Shit…’RO!!!!” he cries.

The power of his release causes a wicked lightning strike and drenching downpour when she throws her head back and cries out with him, “LOGAN!!! OH GODDESS!!!!” More thunder rolls and a bolt of lightning strikes the ground by a nearby tree as they ride out the aftershocks. Her nails dig into his chest as he rises up further to hang on to her. Her teeth clamp down on his neck…biting ferociously as her body still feels the power of their joined release. Both are sitting upright…feeling the pelting of the heavy rain hit them soothingly. Ororo rears her head back, his blood dripping from the corner of her mouth. Logan’s gaze is smouldering…seeing her like this, seeing her so primitive, flares the Wolverine in him once more. But, he rests his head against her chest as she gently strokes his hair…the rain cooling their heated bodies.

Logan lifts his head first, stroking her wet hair as their bodies stop trembling. Still joined, he doesn’t dare move…loving the feeling of her still surrounding him still buried deep within her. “Ya’ okay, darlin’?” he asks…his fingers rubbing little circles on her back. She looks up at him, with tears in her eyes…worrying him.

“What’s wrong, ‘Ro?”

“Nothing, mpenzi…nothing at all. Everything seems so right…” she murmurs low as she snuggles into him more. The rain slows now…the ground covered in little puddles while their clothes are completely soaked. Ororo leans back to kiss him gently, and he grabs the back of her head to make it even more passionate. “I don’t think I can ever get enough of ya’, koibito.” Logan tells her and she giggles.

“That’s a good thing, because I don’t think I could either…get enough of me that is!”

He lets out a sarcastic laugh as she wiggles a bit on his lap, “Damn tease…” he says, sobering quickly as his body responds to her movements.

“I think I surpassed that, don’t you?”

“Definitely…” he says. They have gotten so comfortable, they almost forget that they are sitting in the open, stark naked and connected intimately. He sighs as he adds, “I think we should be getting back now.”

“But, I like it here…” she whines prettily. Logan slaps her on the rump before wrapping his arms back around her, “It’s late, and ya’ need ta’ eat…”

“What I want is right here…” she drawls seductively as she reaches down between them to wrap her fingers around him where they are joined. He growls at the contact, “Damn woman, yer insatiable!”

“Aren’t you glad I am?”

He smirks at the saucy look on her face, “Better believe it, but we still gotta get up.” She slowly pulls herself off him and stands while he sits a moment longer. “I thought you said we had to get up?” she asks and its then he decides to move.

“Just wondering what I did ta’ get this lucky?” he explains, looking at the drenched clothes. “I don’t know how we’re gonna get back to the mansion in these…” Ororo picks up her shirt and rings it out, “It seems we have a penance for wet clothing,” she says and he snickers, grimacing as he imagines having to put those wet things on. Sighing, she flings the shirt out…trying to air it a bit, “Well, we have to do the best we can to be quick about getting back in and to our rooms…” she muses.

“Ya’ wanna go to ya’ room tonight?” he asks as he bypasses the soaking underwear and slides on the jeans. She pulls the top over her head, without the bra, before she speaks, “How else can you come to me?”

His eyes flame…she’s gettin’ too damn good at this! After he pulls on the shirt and she ties the string to her sweatpants, they look around to see if they’re leaving anything. His underwear and hers are still lying on the wet grass, so he picks them up and tries to tuck them in his pocket. “We better head back before they really do come lookin’ for us!”

She looks out over the lake dreamily…cherishing the memories that they have just made. She takes his hand and caresses the joints where his claws emerge. “Logan, I know I’m going to have my bad days…days where I might say some hateful things to you, but I want you to know right now that no matter what…I love you with everything I have left of myself and forgive me ahead of time for being this way.”

He takes her in his arms, “I knew what I signed on fer when I decided ta’ stay, I didn’t expect this ta’ be easy, but I’m here fer the long run…and we’ve never been boring!” She looks at him, wondering how the Goddess blessed her with this man. “I do so love you, Logan.”

“Watashi wa anata o ashite imasu, koibito…” he murmurs. “I love ya’ too, lover.”

“Will you tell me what that poem means?” she asks as she caresses his cheek. He smiles, “I can tell ya’ later…” he starts as he leans in close to her ear, “I can whisper it ta’ ya’ as I enter ya’ again…feelin’ ya’ hot and tight around me…”

Ororo moans as she can feel him doing exactly that…heated shivers flow through her as she backs off a little, “Do you know what you do to me?”

His gaze peers at her, his eyes leering at her, “I can smell what I do ta’ ya’, darlin’…”

She hits him, “No fair…and we do need to get back.” He takes a quick look at the wet tee-shirt she’s wearing. “Yer cold, aren’t ya’?”

“Yes, why would you ask that?”

He smiles and points to her chest, “Because of that…ya’ may want ta’ cover up until ya’ get ta’ the room.”

She looks down at herself and sees her nipples standing erect through the shirt that’s clinging to her like a second skin. She looks back at him, “You are incorrigible!” Laughing, he takes her hand, “Now that we got that over with, let’s get back…I’m getting cold.”

“Impossible…you’re like a furnace…” she remarks and he wags his brows, “All the better ta’ keep ya’ under me!”

“You are incorrigible!” Ororo repeats and he just laughs. They make their way back to the mansion, going back in the way they came out…through the garage. They make their way down the hall of the lower levels and to the elevator. As they press the call button, Jean and Hank come out of the lab and spy them. They watch as the pair move closer to each other with a deep expression of love in their faces. They also notice the wet clothes and the puddle forming around their feet.

“Well, it seems as if they have spent a good deal of the day outside…wonder why they stayed out in that thunderboomer.” Hank observes as Jean smiles. She notices that Ororo is not wearing a bra…knowing that she left out with one on. “Oh, I think they were the cause of the thunderboomer…”

Hank stares at her, then back at the couple stepping on the elevator…and the light turns on. “Oh…well…” he stammers and Jean claps him on the back while giggling. “Nothing for you to be embarrassed about…actually, I’m happy for them.”

“Yes, well…” he stammers again, not quite able to assimilate what Jean hinted to. He knows how they feel about each other, but to actually know it…he shudders. “We need to get to Xavier…Scott and I have found something very interesting earlier.”

“What did you find?” she asks as they walk to the elevator. Hank presses the call button as he explains, “The Professor wanted us to track any and all probes coming in and out of Alkali Lake. We found some probes just outside of the gates…put there recently. They must be scoping out the mansion to find a way to get Ororo again. I would expect an impending attack soon…probably within the next couple of weeks.”

“Damn, we have to let Logan and ‘Ro know what going on…but I’m not going to do it now. Let them have this time together…it’s been a long time coming.” Jean returns and Hank nods his head. “Of course…morning should be good enough.”

“You really know how to ruin someone’s fun, don’t you?” laughs Jean as the elevator door opens. Hank stares at her blankly…not entirely getting the idea as they get on and head up to Xavier’s office.



Logan and Ororo make it to their rooms unseen…having moved past the rec room while the kids were engrossed with a heavy game of poker, being won by Remy of course. When they reach the second floor, Logan kisses her lightly, “I’ll meet ya’ upstairs…”

Smiling, she watches as he hurries down the hall to his room, then she makes her way up to her loft. Once she enters, she takes a deep breath…inhaling all of the scents of the fauna she has in her room. I missed this… she muses as she moves around the room, checking to make sure that none of her plants have died. Amazingly enough…they all look as if they have been well taken care of, like someone has been keeping check on them.

'Wonder who was in here? It couldn’t have been Logan…could it?'

Still pondering who it could have been, she feels a light breeze come in the room and she shivers…remembering the wet clothes she’s wearing. Ororo walks over to the dresser and takes out a silk camisole and shorts…intending to take a quick shower after the idyllic time spent outside with Logan. Smiling broadly, she feels proud of herself…proud of the fact that she was able to overcome her fears and allow him to show her the pleasure that only he could. With a dreamy expression on her face, she turns on the shower…allowing the water to steam up the room. Ororo steps in…feeling the most relaxed than she ever has…and as she picks up the bath wash and loofa, she relives her memories of the day as she washes off.

She doesn’t pay attention to the man now standing in the doorway, arms crossed and smiling wickedly at her…

Logan looks at Ororo and his body, yet again, begins to respond. The hours they spent in nature doing every natural thing possible was the most erotic thing he has ever been a part of. He could feel her hesitation at times, knew when she was unsure…and she fought through it all. Never again…never again will I let someone hurt ya’ like that… he vows, but in the back of his head he knows that as much as he wants to protect her from everything evil, it’s not part of the life of an X-Man. She’s tough…she proved that by coming through this maintaining that strength, but Stryker is coming for her…I’d bet my ass on that!

He watches as she smoothes her hair back, letting the water sluice down her body. His Nubian goddess picks up a bottle, more than likely shampoo, and starts to wash her hair. His nose starts to tingle with her scent…orchids...and it works as an aphrodisiac…

Like he really needs it….

His manhood stiffens, sending the message to his brain; walk into the shower and finish the job for her…but even after what they did, he has to remember that he shouldn’t take advantage. There was a lot of damage done to her and he will not add to it by being a randy animal.

Still…

Unable to stop himself, he comes over to the shower…listening to her hum a happy little tune. Grinning like an idiot, he slides the tee-shirt and jeans he has changed into off…intending to make her hum a different tune.

Now naked, he opens the shower and slides in behind her…making her jump in surprise.

“Logan! What are you doing?” she asks, totally startled. He wraps his arms around her waist, kissing her ear…taking in her delectable scent, “I wanted ta’ see what all the humming was about.”

She closes her eyes, letting her hands rub on his chest, “Hmmm…is that all?”

Ororo looks up into those hypnotic hazel eyes and draws him into a heated kiss. Logan groans, he hadn’t really planned to seduce her here in the shower, but it was too damn tempting not to try. As her tongue plays with his, she can feel his arousal pressing against her thigh…still amazing her with its size. A deep growl comes from her throat as she presses closer. He pulls back to see that she hasn’t rinsed the shampoo out of her hair…

“Let me do that fer ya’,” Logan says as he tilts her head back under the water…letting his fingers run through it to remove all the soap. He gently massages her scalp…her eyes closing at the sensation. He leans down to kiss her on the spot where he left his mark and she jumps again.

“Sensitive, are we?” he mumbles into her skin. Ororo takes her hands and runs them down his back to cup his buttocks…making him jump. She smiles as she licks his nipple, “Seems like I’m not the only one who’s sensitive…”

Logan bites her ear before leaning back, “Yer drivin’ me crazy…”

“Well, you were the one that decided to join me…” she says in a sexy voice. The enticing windrider runs her tongue over his other nipple now and he groans again. “Dammit, woman…maybe this wasn’t such a good idea.”

“For whom?”

He rests his head against the wall of the shower as she lovingly kisses his body, moving lower and lower until…

“’Ro!” he screams as her mouth draws him in. His body slams against the wall as she begins to love him with her eager mouth. Ororo is becoming addicted to this…to feeling his shaft sliding in and out of her mouth, feeling it stretch its size in excitement. He can hear the sucking noises while he feels her drawing on him like a straw, completely helpless under her assault. “Mmmm…” she moans out as she takes him in her hand so she can speed up. Her fingers caress his sac as she holds him still…his girth growing bigger with each intoxicating stroke. Logan grips her head, willing his legs not to give out on him.

“You’re amazing, ‘Ro…” he moans as his eyes close and his hips fall into a rhythm with her strokes. Higher and higher he climbs until the pressure builds to the explosion point. His senses are overwhelmed with orchids, her arousal, his arousal, and his own special scent of cigars and sandalwood. The feral’s hips jerk forward…his hands tremble as a powerful cry erupts out of him…his body emptying into her hungry mouth. Sharp jolts of pleasure continue to streak through him as she drains him dry…the water finishing what she started once she licks him clean. Ororo stands again to kiss him, saying, “I’m not amazing…you bring out the beast in me, you bring out these wanton desires. I’ve never felt like this before…and it’s because of you…thank you.”

Logan can barely remember his name, let alone hear everything she says. He caresses her hair as he slowly opens his eyes. 'She’s smiling at me, dammit…'

“Ya’ proud of yerself?” he says in a low, husky voice.

“Actually, I am…” she returns as she turns around to rinse off, turning the water off once done. Standing there dripping, she opens the shower…grabbing two towels, throwing one to him. She wraps it around her as she makes her way back into the bedroom, where she sits on the bed, waiting for him. Logan stands in the doorway…towel slung low over his hips, looking absolutely delicious.

“Well, this was an interestin’ day…” he says in a droll voice and Ororo giggles.

“I must say that is an understatement…” and before she can say anymore, he tackles her to the bed, stretching that lithe body over hers. Leering at her, he says, “We’ve been going at this for quite a while now…aren’t you hungry?”

Eyes burning, she smirks, “I already ate…”

He rolls off of her and props up on one arm, “Did ya’ now? Maybe I should have a taste of what you’re cookin’ up fer me, then?” he drawls as his finger runs from her neck, stopping to open the towel…then making its way down into the soft hair covering her and finally into her core. Her body arches as he runs his finger along the edges of the soft folds, not letting himself enter. She moans as he continues this torture, “Logan…you are teasing me…please…” she begs as he smiles at her. He brings his fingers back up to his mouth to lick them clean her eyes turning black with desire as she watches him. Logan places his fingers back to his play spot, inserting one thick finger into her. He sees the look of pure pleasure form on her face as he tells her, “Ya’ tease me every time I see ya’; when ya’ breathe, when ya’ walk, even when we’re trainin’. There ain’t nothin’ about ya’ that doesn’t tease the shit out of me…I have ta’ get some payback!”

“Logan…” she half-moans as her hips tilt up to meet his hand. “I don’t…know…if I can…take this…” she manages to get out. Logan bends down to take a hardened nipple into his mouth, biting it lightly, “Ya’ can, darlin’…I know ya’ can…” he says in his muffled voice. As he sucks on her nipple, his fingers work magic in her womanhood…the fingers caressing her now bringing pleasure, not pain. Her body arches, her hands grip the covers as he brings her to another peak of blinding white pleasure.

“Goddess!” she screams as she falls off, taking her sweet time floating delicately back to earth. As she comes to her senses, he lightly kisses her on her neck, her lips, and back down to her breasts…the latter making her shudder.

“And I came here just ta’ cuddle…” he says receiving a scathing look from her. He laughs as she tries to move, without much success. He lifts up and goes into the bathroom to retrieve his discarded pants. She turns her head to see him as he walks back out, fastening them. “I think we both could take a little something ta’ eat about now…I’m gonna go ta’ the kitchen ta’ find us a snack, I’ll be back.” He kisses her as he heads out the door, leaving her sprawled on the bed…panting heavily.

“Damn that man…” she murmurs as another tingle hits her between her legs. She rolls over to grab the night wear she has taken out to put on…feeling like a wet sack of dirt trying to sit up. She manages to get the camisole and shorts on, but immediately makes her way up to the pillows to relax on. Her still damp hair is spread over them and she closes her eyes for a moment.



Logan makes his way, barefoot and bare-chested, down the stairs and to the kitchen. He completely bypasses the rec room, but Rogue sees him and excusing herself, follows him to the kitchen. She stands at the door as she watches him grab a tray and pile a whole bunch of stuff on it; lunchmeat and bread, some chips and a few canned sodas.

“Hungry?” she asks as he continues to load the tray.

“Hiya, kid…yeah, a bit.”

She walks in and looks over everything, “Ain’t no way you’re eatin’ all that by yourself…” He looks up at her as he places some cheese as well, “Who says I can’t?” She gives him a smirk, “Logan, I know ya’ got a big appetite, but even this is too much…ya’ ain’t just feedin’ yaself, are ya’?”

The stern look he gives her tells the tale.

“Oh, well…” Rogue starts as she blushes, “Can ya’ tell her I said hi?” She almost laughs at the absurd look he has on his face, but instead she runs out the kitchen. He shakes his head as he makes his way back up to the loft.



A soft knock on the door brings ‘Ro out of her little slumber. She shakes her head as she gets up and makes her way to the door. Her eyes widen as she sees Logan standing there with enough food to feed an army. “Can I come in?” he asks as she looks as if she’s thinking about it.

“I don’t know…not sure if you should be allowed in here…” but then her stomach growls and he grins, “I think ya’ might want me ta’ come in.”

“Oh, very well…” she says in a nonchalant way, while her stomach continues to growl. He makes his way to the bed and places the tray in the middle. She smiles as she takes her seat. “What makes you think we can eat all of this?” staring at the feast in awe.

He sits on the other side, quickly making a sandwich and wolfing it down. “Well, I don’t know about ya’, but I really had a workout today and I need ta’ replenish ma’self…don’t know if I’m gonna need ta’ recharge fer later.” She sticks her tongue out at him before making herself one…when he put it that way…

She leans back against the pillows and turns on the television. They get comfortable as they make sandwiches and munch on chips. She has to keep her mind off of the wide spanse of well-defined chest that is sitting beside her, as if he’s been here all along. Before they know it, all of the sandwiches are gone, as well as most of the sodas and chips. He leans back, rubbing his belly, “That hit the spot.”

“I see…didn’t know I was that hungry…” she exclaims, astonished at what she ate. He smiles, “Ya’ must’ve worked up an appetite…wanna see if we can getcha ta’ ravenous?” he says wagging his brows. She kisses him with a slow passion this time, “I have a feeling I shall always be ravenous for you, mpenzi…but I am so tired now.”

Logan swallows his disappointment as she stands to move the tray off the bed. Placing it on a dresser, she comes back to bed…crawling over to cuddle next to him. The sated feral wipes his hands on his pants, then stands. “Let’s get cleaned off first,” he suggests as he walks into the bathroom. She hears the water run, then he come back with a wet rag for her to wipe off with. Once done, he goes back…but taking a little longer than usual, having changed into the shorts he was wearing under the jeans and climbing back into the bed with her.

“C’mere…” he says softly and she comes under the covers with him…curling against his warmth. He reaches over to turn the lights off, as well as the television.

“Sleep, darlin’…ya’ ain’t gotta worry about me leavin’ ya, I’m all yers now.” Logan whispers in her ear before placing a gentle kiss on it. He listens to her sigh as she relaxes against him.

Now, this is what I’d call heaven… is his last thought before sleep claims him.