Primal Urges

Okay...I know I said I would post these quicker, but my betas are being overrun with works andthis one is a beast. Thanks for hanging in there and here's the next part.

I SWEAR IT'S ALMOST OVER...:)


Part Seventeen B

Ororo finishes her shower and changes into something lighter, a sundress with a halter top and sandals…both royal blue. She ties a blue scarf in her hair and checks herself in the mirror. Pleased with how she looks, Ororo heads downstairs to the lower levels.

As she makes her way to the elevator, she’s stopped in the rec room by Rogue and Remy…both asking a ton of questions about Logan. “He’s fine…I’m going down there to see him now.”

“He not ‘dere.” Remy says, flipping a coin between his fingers. Rogue shakes her head, “He’s right…Logan’s left from down thea’ a short while ago.”

A little stunned, Ororo asks them, “Did you see where he went?”

“Outside, probably to the lake…ya’ know that where he likes ta’ go.” Rogue offers. Ororo smiles at them and heads out the atrium to the lake. Remy looks at her, “Now, what make you t’ink ‘dat Logan don’t wanna be alone?”

“Remember I told you I was gonna do something for ‘em…this is it!” she replies happily.



Walking out on the grounds, Ororo enjoys the brisk air and the warm sunshine while looking around for Logan.

She heads for the lake, her stomach fluttering with the erotic memories of the last time she was out here.

She looks out over the water in the spot where he usually goes when he needs to be by himself. But, when she gets there…she sees nothing. Wondering where he could be, she begins to wander around the lake…towards the side where the gazebo is. The sun is beaming down on the structure, leaving the whole scene looking as if it were part of a fairly-tale. Ororo goes over and sits on the bench, leaning back to soak in the rays…

From a distance, Logan watches her sitting there…not wanting to disturb her. He had been in the trees, taking time to practice his Tai-Chi meditation…this time not having the problem with concentration. All the pent-up frustration he had before is gone…having been able to release it in the most exciting of ways…

Smiling, he leans against a tree…taking in her relaxed air and the tantalizing scent of orchids. Logan closes his eyes as he inhales…a myriad of scents come to him, teasing and haunting him. Ever since he was able to finally make love to her like he has always wanted to…the need has burned hotter. Now, all kinds of images of how he wants to take her fill his mind, knowing that she would be more than willing. He walks slowly over to her, a sexy smile covering his lips…making him look more feral than ever.

Ororo senses that he’s near and looks up, staring directly at him. She can see the confidant swagger in his step, the lithe grace of his panther-like stride…the fire burning in his eyes. Her stomach flutters madly and that exciting wetness between her legs, giving off her intoxicating scent to the approaching male…alerting him that his conquest is more than ready. His smile turns lethal as it hits his senses…he licks his lips as if what he is looking at is the most enticing thing he has ever had…eagerly needing to taste more. Once Logan reaches the bottom step, she leaps onto the bench…crouched as if ready to pounce, growling dangerously at him. His eyes darken as he can see that this is not going to be the normal seduction, that his wind-rider has accepted the challenge from the alpha male…that she’s more than prepared to meet him on his level. A purring growl leaves her as she gives him a feline grin.

Logan creeps up the steps slowly, knowing that the slightest movement could entice her to attack…anxiously wanting her to, but not quite sure what she plans to do. The prowling feral stands in front of her, not moving and keeping eye contact…his desire blazing in his gaze, a deep growl rumbling in his throat.

She hadn’t actually planned to do this, but when Ororo sees him…something in her turns on like a switch and suddenly she is as primal as she knows he is. The snowy-haired goddess can sense his desire rolling off of him, flooding her with sensations that she has never felt before; primitive, natural…completely overwhelming.

Nothing needs to be said at this moment…right now the male is stalking its mate, sensing everything about her…planning to move in and claim her as she so wants him to. She stretches like a cat; flexing her muscles and accenting her lithe figure. His body hardens as she teases him, drawing him in like a fly in a spider web…hopelessly captured.

Hard hazel eyes meet blazing blue ones as they begin to circle each other, each staying in a crouched position…each acting as if they are preparing to strike. Logan moves in closer, trying to get her let him approach. Ororo still eases around him…her conflicting senses warring with each other, should I or shouldn’t I? …knowing that she wants him desperately, and the closer he moves in, the more she wants him to. Soon, he’s right in front of her, not touching her…but they are both breathing heavily. Logan bends down to smell her neck, scenting his mate…still avoiding the driving urge to touch her. She returns the favor, scenting her mate…taking in a deep breath and inhales his spicy scent; a mixture of cigars and sandalwood. The aroma is enticing…her body calling out to him. He purrs as he takes in all of her scents…his hands itching to run all over her, but he stays with this…needing to drive her arousal to peaks unattained before.

“Logan…” she meekly says as her head lolls back when his face comes to her neck again. Every nerve ending is alert… trembling with need.

“Koibito…” he murmurs back as his neck drops back as she repeats the same action again. A wavering breath escapes him as his oversensitive body screams for contact…the heated breath from her driving his arousal to near bursting. Not able to keep her hands off of him anymore, she runs one hand from his shoulder, down his chest and to his hip. His eyes are nearly black with desire, “You wanted ta’ know what the poem meant…remember what I told ya’ ?”

Shivers run down her spine as those soft words come back to her…“I can whisper it ta’ ya’ as I enter ya’ again…feelin’ ya’ hot and tight around me…”

“Goddess…” Ororo sighs as she can feel her body release without him even touching her…his voice as sensual as his touch, “I remember…”

He carefully places his hands on her shoulders, leaning down to kiss her deeply. His lips move sensually over hers, her tongue battling his…her hands clutching his raven-black hair while his grab onto her waist. Logan pulls away to whisper in her ear, “As in a clear glass…” his fingers come up to untie the halter top of her gown, exposing her beautiful breasts to his searing gaze. It falls away, leaving her standing motionless as his lips move down her neck, his teeth biting again his mark. As his lips move further down to the tops of those luscious mounds, he says the next line, “I want to see her, I feel…”

“Logan…Siwezi kuchukua ni!” she moans weakly.

I can’t take it…

“Yes, ya’ can…and ya’ did want ta’ know what it means…” he says smugly. Logan kneels down to place his face level with her stomach. It takes everything she has not to crumble to the floor, but those stirring words fill her senses with such a feeling of unconditional love…tears begin to fall. Logan lightly teases each nipple with his fingers as he unfastens the back of the gown, letting it fall the floor while his hands move to gently slide under the waist band of the white underwear she’s wearing, drawing them down to join the gown. He plays with the aching nipples a little longer before bringing her down on her knees to take one into his mouth, sucking hard. Ororo grips the back of his head and arches her back against him, forcing herself further into his mouth. Logan’s voice is muffled as he continues, “I would meet my darlin’…” his lips move over to the other one, giving it his full attention while his fingers tease the one he leaves. She moves her body in a slinking motion; her hips sliding side to side like a snake… those movements inflame him as he moves his fingers lower, to her glistening patch of silver hair.

Logan breathes lightly on her neck before placing hot kisses on her mark. Silvery-white tresses spill across her back as her head falls back and a shrill moan comes from the depths of her throat…her hand never leaving the back of his head. He whispers in her ear, “Stand fer me, darlin’…” and somehow her legs are able to lift her back up. With her silvery mound in front of him again, his hand slides down to pick up her leg and place it on his shoulder…leaving her moist womanhood open for conquering. A gentle breath touches her before he whispers another line, “As a belt of jewels…”

He bites the inner part of her thigh before his tongue reaches out and strokes her pearl, sending streaks of energy through her. Ororo can feel her other leg ready to give way with the waves of pleasure washing over her…she can feel his slick appendage running along the inner creases of her womanhood, lightly flicking the moist folds back and forth. He moves his tongue deeper, tracing around the entrance to the very core of her, bringing his lips in to suck gently.

“Ohhhhh…” Ororo groans as her hair tickles her buttocks, her hands clutched feverishly in his hair. Pleased, he tells her the final line, “My enduring love grows lusher now…” and with the poem now finished, he plunges in, taking that hardened little nub between his lips, sucking on it before gently biting it. She screams as an unexpected orgasm hits her, her body releasing her essence to him. Nothing tastes sweeter as he eagerly laps it up, licking her clean as ripple after exquisite ripple flows through her. Logan doesn’t let up though…being completely addicted to her sweet taste, he gently pulls her down to the floor…laying her out under his gaze. Passion-drugged eyes try to focus as he lowers himself between her legs again. Her knees drop open willingly as he takes a hold of each hip, lowering his face to her again. “Koibito, let me love ya’…I need to taste all of ya’.”

“Mimi ni wenu, mpenzi… ” she whispers, too caught up in those rapturous waves to know anything else but his talented tongue. Logan grins wickedly as he lowers his face to make love to her with that tongue once again…dipping it into her core slowly, then withdrawing it even slower. Ororo’s hips mimic the movements, unable to help herself…the feelings too intense. Her grip in his hair releases and tightens with each thrust, her breathing ragged. Logan presses on…his inner beast raging against him to hurry this on, but her responses…oh God, how she feels is too damned alluring to just let it end. He feels her body jerk…another climax rising within her. “Give me some more, darlin’…I need it…let me have it,” he says against her as he takes her sensitive nub in his mouth again to gently pull at it. Her back arches and a scream he has never heard before comes from the depths of her…her words a jumbled collage of Swahili and English as her honeyed essence flows into his mouth.

Ororo falls out, in a complete haze over the second powerful release he has brought her. His lips travel back up her body, stopping on her nipples for a second before tackling her neck...her mind still floating on that nimbus cloud of pleasure as he nuzzles against her.

“Did ya’ like the poem?” he inquires huskily, smiling at the far-away look in her eyes.

“It…was…beautiful…” she stutters out, her hand limply wrapping around his neck, realizing that he’s still fully clothed. “…and not just the poem. It’s no fair that you can do this to me and you still have so much control…” she ends with a shaky sigh.

The handsome mutant licks her lips before placing a melting kiss on them, “I don’t understand why ya’ think that I have control…every minute of my day is spent thinkin’ of ways I can take you…ways I want ta’ have ya’ scream my name…I have no control when it comes ta’ ya’…”

She smiles, still drowsy with pleasure…feeling languorous in her afterglow. Logan sits back, looking at her…her body glistening from the bright sunlight. He watches how her chest rises and falls with her ragged breaths, the perfect symmetry of her breasts with their darkened nipples. The gentle curve of her hips, the tightness of her abdomen, the luscious length of her legs that holds that titillating center shrouded by silvery white hair…all have been so magnificently put together in a form that only can be called goddess-like, even with the scars…probably because of the scars. Logan runs a finger down her body until he reaches that center to play in for a second…her body jerking once more at the tingling sensation.

After a few minutes, she sits up to lean into him…resting her amazing body against his chest. Logan sits back against the gate, gently caressing her hair and whispering softly how much he loves her. Ororo looks up at him with a saucy little pout on her face, “How come you’re still clothed?” she asks as she plucks at the flannel shirt he’s wearing on top of the tee. He smiles, “I wanna make this an experience ya’ll never forget, and for me ta’ keep my head in this…I can’t have ya’ touch me.”

“What do you plan to do with me?” she asks, her smile growing.

Logan smirks, “The question is, darlin’…what do I plan ta’ do to ya’?” and he kisses her longingly.

Her arms slip around his neck as she presses her body into his…his arms hold her close, but as gently as if holding a baby. Tongues and lips merge, as the breathing becomes more and more erratic…neither one looking to get any air. Logan grasps the back of her hair to pull her head back…giving him access to the lovely curve of her neck and he devours it; biting and sucking hungrily. Ororo moans as her body prepares for another sensual assault…with Logan fighting back his animalistic urges. He slowly pulls away, lovingly watching her recover in his arms.

“As much as I would love ta’ stay like this…we should get goin’.”

“Huh?!” she manages to get out. She sits up as he brings her dress over to cover herself…smiling wickedly. “I told ya’…this is gonna be a while. I have the whole day planned…well, the night part of it anyway. Whaddya want ta’ do now?”

She looks at him in surprise…he is not going to leave her like this! Ororo changes tactics…her eyes soften as she slinks around to straddle his lap. His eyebrows rise as he can tell that her demeanor is different…she’s now the hunter on the prowl.

“’Ro…” Logan starts, but she places a finger to his lips.

“As you once told me….I ain’t done yet!” she growls as she drops down to bite the side of his neck, removing the flannel shirt first. The feeling of her sharp little teeth sends a streak of desire straight to his groin…his plans to prolong this quickly evaporating with each bite. His hand comes to her head as she greedily devours his neck with bites and kisses. The Nubian goddess moves down to the neckline of his tee-shirt, using her hands to forcefully rip the shirt off him. His eyes wide now…he watches as she trails hot kisses down his chest and to his nipples covered in soft black hair. She bites one…his back jerks…she sucks on it and his breath catches.

“’Ro…” he groans out as she continues to suck on him while her hands busily unfasten the button holding his pants together. Her hot hand slides under the waistband to take hold of his throbbing manhood.

“Jeez, ‘Ro…” Logan chokes out as she bites him a little harder this time while steadily stroking him to distraction. His hips rise up into her hand while she moves off his lap for better access. “Koibito…” he begs and Ororo smirks at what she has been able to do.

“Lift for me…” she whispers and his hips rise so that she can remove his underwear along with his pants…tossing the boots somewhere behind her. Ororo looks at his beautifully sculptured body, licking her lips in anticipation of what she has in mind to pleasure him with as well as herself. The dark glare in her eyes excites Logan beyond imagining…his body tensing in anticipation as well. The feline goddess crawls back up him, kissing his legs on the way up to the proudly standing shaft in front of her…glistening with his essence. Her hand closes around him and he stops breathing…her head slowly descending to him. Logan watches excitedly as her mouth opens to take him in, feeling her draw him into that wet, hot cavern very carefully. Once she takes in all she can, he drops his head back…lifting his hips to give her more. She licks around the base, tracing the veins with the tip of her tongue. Her lips gently kiss the tip as she brings her mouth just over the head, sucking on it with a vice grip. His hands reach out frantically for her, gripping her hair as he is blown away by sensations she’s creating in him.

“Oh, fuck ‘Ro…ahhhh, God…” Logan moans out, his head thrashing back and forth against the gate. She smiles as she continues to just play with the head. He lifts his hips again to have her take in more and she capitulates. Ororo takes his thickness in as far as she can, sucking hard…feeling his body jerk with each push and pull on his hardened shaft. His eyes roll back in his head as he moans even louder…her smile getting bigger. She wants to get a better angle, so she withdraws…making him lie completely on his back with his knees raised. His huntress crawls in between his thighs to take him again, her mouth and hand working feverishly on him. A pleasure so intense starts to build within him, his claws unsheathing involuntarily…never has he been taken to heights like this! His hips rise up to meet her every down stroke…his teeth gleaming in the sunlight. Logan throws his head back as the pressure hits its boiling point…the eruption inevitable.

“Ahhhhhhhh, ‘RO!” he screams as his lower body jerks viciously before exploding into her mouth. She doesn’t stop her ministrations, milking every little bit from him…licking him clean. Stunned, Logan can only stare at the ceiling in the gazebo…'no one has ever made me feel like this…

…and she’s all mine!'

Ororo licks her lips again as she makes her way up to his face to kiss him deeply, mingling his taste and hers on each other’s tongues.

“That wasn’t fair…” he murmurs and she laughs, “Did you think I was going to let you do that to me and not return the favor?”

“Damn woman…what the hell did I get ma’self in’ta’?” Logan sighs, wrapping her in a warm embrace. Now that they are both naked, he props up against the side of the gazebo again, with her wrapped securely in his arms. “This wasn’t how this was supposed ta’ go…” he says jokingly.

Ororo looks into his smiling face and caresses his cheek, “Good, then it was a surprise…have to remember that you have a thing for surprises!”

Logan turns her to face him, “As long as the surprises are like this, bring ‘em on!”

She laughs again before a yawn escapes her, “We need to get up from here…we don’t need to be out here like when the kids are released from their classes. I can imagine what they would say if they came out here and saw us…”

“Damn, Ms. Munroe has a nice ass?” Logan jokes and is promptly smacked on his chest.

“Not funny, tough guy…” she replies, but there is a smile on her face.

Logan laughs, but he gets up to put his clothes back on…shaking his head at the completely ripped tee shirt. He is forced to just wear the flannel, leaving it unbuttoned to cool off while she slides back into the sundress and underwear…good thing I didn’t cut them off! he muses with a smile.

“What’s so funny?” Ororo asks as she ties the halter in place.

Grinning wickedly again, he moves over to her and touches her still sensitive core, “Jus’ glad I didn’t cut those things off…” She smirks as she bites his neck again, “Well, you did say that classes are going on…so you’re definitely going to be the main attraction to all those impressionable young ladies that do nothing but drool over you when they see your body!”

Logan frowns as he remembers the last time he ran into Rogue and her bubble-popping crew, “Thanks ta’ ya’…I am!” and his goddess starts laughing. Smiling at her amusement, he grabs her hand, “Let’s get this over with…”

The trees here aren’t that dense, so the sunlight can still come through…it’s almost as if they entered a whole other world that was purely primeval; having nothing to do with the harshness of the outside world. Logan and Ororo start to talk about everything…but this time especially about her assault.

Holding her hand tightly, he says, “I wanted ta’ die, ‘Ro…when I saw ya’ there, I wanted ta’ die, but only after I killed him. I knew it was all my fault…I knew that he did it ta’ get ta’ me and ya’ didn’t deserve it.”

Ororo stops him, making him look her in the eyes, “I didn’t think I would be able to ever talk about it. The few times before I told you how I felt…after what he had done, but I know you’re wondering what I thought while it was going on.” She walks away from him a few steps before she continues, “When I knew what was going to happen to me, I shut down…withdrew to a place I knew he couldn’t reach me, the Goddess did grant me that. I felt nothing, barely knew where I was…but I could still hear him yelling at me to scream for him, and when I didn’t…” Her shoulders begin to shake as she trudges on with her story, “He kept telling me that he was better than you, that whatever we had done together wasn’t what a real man could do. I’m glad I wasn’t there…I don’t think I would have been able to survive it, knowing that he was deliberately taunting you by doing this. I had no idea how bad my condition was…and I’m glad I lost that child…”

She turns to face him again, tears streaming down her face, but still regal in her stature, “It would have destroyed the one thing I had left…your love for me. I, too, was like the Professor and Jean…I counted on the fact that when we said those words to each other, we meant them. I counted on the fact that when I came back, you would be there to protect me again…and it wouldn’t matter what he did, you’d still love me.”

Logan lets her continue…the urge to grab her and hold her almost too strong to ignore. Ororo looks at him and smiles, “I didn’t need to worry, did I? We were fated to be together before even we knew it…nature called for it. That is why everything else failed, why neither one of us could find the right person to be with…it was to lead us here, to this place and time where we can claim what is ours…each other.”

“Never thought of it that way… but it does make sense. I always picked with Jean, well because she’s beautiful, smart, and attached. It was always more fun ta’ pick with her ta’ make Cyke mad…and I thought I was in love, and could convince ‘er ta’ pick me…” he shrugs, “…see how that turned out?” Logan moves over to her, taking her into his arms, “I never thought that you’d even look my way, always thought ya’ were the Ice Queen…untouchable. Who knew I almost missed out on the best thing that’s ever happened ta’ my sorry life?”

“I never thought you would notice me because of her…my feelings for you had grown since Alcatraz, and I knew when you came back I had to take a chance…”

“I’m glad ya’ did…” he murmurs as he lowers his lips to hers, kissing her longingly. The African beauty throws herself into the kiss, molding herself to him. Logan groans…having her pressed against him is not helping calm down the beast, but he’s hopelessly lost in her taste… their souls meeting once more in a loving embrace.

“We are getting too addicted to this…” she says softly as they pull away. Ororo gazes into his handsome face; with the strong jawline and dark tuft of hair on his chin. His hair has been cut low, but still as black as night. “What made you change your look?”

“You…I didn’t wan’cha ta’ look at me and see him…”

Ororo’s face falls a little, “I never meant to make you feel bad about how you look or anything about yourself…I’m sorry.” Then, she tilts her head to the side for a minute then grins seductively, “But, I have to say that I have never seen you look more handsome…”

“Yer biased…” Logan mumbles and she kisses his cheek.

“That may be, but it doesn’t change the fact that you are beautiful…”

Logan just looks at her, “I’ll take yer word fer it. Now, I think we should get back ta’ the mansion…we kinda missed breakfast, so maybe we can rummage around fer something in the kitchen?”

“That sounds good right now….after all the activity this morning, we need a recharge.” Ororo returns, hugging him close. God, it feels so good holding her like this…he thinks as he squeezes a little tighter. Pulling back, he smiles, “We need ta’ stop this or we ain’t goin’ nowhere.” He takes her hand and starts to lead her back to the mansion.

“Logan, I may not be totally over this yet…I may…” she starts, but he squeezes her hand. “I know…and I can take it. I handled ya’ gettin’ ready ta’ destroy the Medlab, didn’t I?” he returns, placing his arm around her shoulders, “We’ll be okay…never thought it was gonna be a walk in the park.”

She smacks him again in his gut, “You are awful!” and she feels him chuckle.

“Yeah, but’cha love me,” he smirks.

“To distraction, dammit!”

He laughs aloud as they make it back across the grounds.