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Adult ++
Chapters:
5
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4,224
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19
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What Dreams May Come Chapter Two (NC-17)
Disclaimers Apply
A/N Goddess Foxfeather is still the coolest beta on any
continent. She gets lots of muse kibble for her
menagerie. J Readers/Reviewers: Ask and ye shall receive…smut!
“Kurt, what’re
you doing?”
“What does
it look like I’m doing?”
“It’s dark
and you’re invisible!”
“Ah…then
what does it feel like I’m doing?”
“That…oh!” Kitty had never truly known it was possible
for her knees to go weak like that. She
found that she wanted it to happen again.
A lot.
“Liebes,
you feel so good against me…”
“I’m
squishy.”
“You feel
good, not squishy.”
Kitty was
going to protest, point out each and every flaw of her body but Kurt silenced
her with a kiss that quickly deepened to something so soul-searing that she
nearly gave into the need to let her knees buckle. “So that’s what it’s like to kiss someone with fangs,” she said
stupidly when it was over. Kurt laughed
and lifted her easily, taking her to the bed before she knew what he was
about. The question How did we end
up in my bedroom flitted across her mind but she lost the thread as Kurt
began unbuttoning her pajama top. He
was murmuring and whispering things that she could not understand and that she
was not quite sure she wanted to understand.
There’s something to be said for mystery… When his teeth scraped across the stiffened
peak of one breast, she cried out and arched her back, her fingers twining in
his hair to encourage him to do it again.
She wondered if they were moving too fast but decided she did not care,
so long as he kept doing that to her.
Clothes were divested and before Kitty knew it, she was naked before
Kurt’s luminous gaze. Rather than hide
herself as she would have normally done, she let her hands fall to her side and
simply returned his stare, letting him see her, letting her own need
build. She could practically feel his
eyes on her, a phantom touch on her sensitized skin. Heat swept her body and she wondered if he could tell how wet she was there, if his senses
really were that acute. His tail
wrapped around her ankle, making her gasp and jump at the sudden contact, the
soft s of of his fur tantalizing her skin and making her ache to feel it
everywhere.
The first
touch of his hands on her bare skin made her moan under her breath, so badly
did she want it. Her legs parted
wantonly but he did not fall to as she expected. Instead, he traced a tortuous path with his tongue and fingers
from her throat to her center, parting folds to delve her secrets as she cried
his name, moaning and panting with the effort it took not to writhe in
animalistic need in the middle of her bed.
Kurt, she noted with a very vague sense of jealousy, seemed to know
exactly what he was doing, making her shiver with anticipation for whatever he
was going to do next. She heard herself
all but mewling for more, begging him to touch her there and there, her own
hands laying limp and useless on the pillow next to her head. “Kurt, please,” she finally moaned. “I need you. Now.”
“Katzchen,
are you sure?”
“I love
you!” she gasped, surprising even herself. Her mind split in two all of a
sudden—one part was painfully, wonderfully aware of Kurt stroking the inside of
her thighs, claiming her without words as his tail wrapped tightly around one
of her legs, the other part was panicking.
What did I just say?
Ohmygod! Did I mean that? What am I doing? Oh, God, that feels so good…
Her eyes flew wide open at the first tentative touch of his length against
her center, the anticipation of pain making her shake. Kurt seemed to know this and tried to make
it as easy as possible, kissing and touching her, laving first one rosy nipple
then the other as he pushed fractionally against her barrier, letting her get
used to the feeling of him inside her.
Kitty did her very best not to push back, not to make him sink into her
entirely in one thrust and split and fill her at once.
“Katzchen,”
he murmured against her skin, “tell me now if you want me to stop.”
“Never,”
she heard herself say and wondered why for a brief moment. The sudden intrusion of a flare of pain
numbed her mind for it’s duration, the sensation one of tearing and burning
before it settled to a sore fullness that was quickly erased once he began
moving within her. She closed her eyes
and reveled in the feeling of him against her, how his fur tickled her heated
flesh, how he whispered to her, how he panted her name and tried not to give
into the urge to take her hard and fast, how she tried not to do the
same despite her inexperience in such matters.
Kitty nearly cried aloud when her own end came, the feeling almost
painful in it’s simplistic completeness.
Kurt bit her shoulder to keep from shouting as she contracted around
him, her legs and arms tightening around his back even as her internal muscles
grasped tightly.
Kitty say
bolt upright in bed, gasping for breath and uncomfortably aware that she had
just had, not only one of the more intense sex dreams of her life, but that it
had been about Kurt of all people.
And I liked it she thought with no small amount of wonder. Her hands, she noticed, where shaking
uncomfortably and she felt a cool wetness beneath her thighs. Damn it. Girls
aren’t supposed to be all messy, are they?
Ew. With a resigned sigh,
she slid from bed and padded to her dresser, finding clean pajamas to change
into before pulling the sheets and bundling her nightclothes in them. It’s too late at night for anyone to be
downstairs. I think. A flailing idea of running into Logan who
would know exactly why her
sheets needed washing at this hour of night crossed her mind but was quickly
dismissed. He’ll be too busy with
Storm for a while yet…If I hurry, I can make it. She phased downstairs and into the rec room, hurriedly crossing
to the foyer and then outright jogging down the hall to the laundry room. So
far, so good, she mentally congratulated herself. I can dry all these in the morning… She eased out of the warm room and into the
hallway, running directly into the one person she did not want to run into
above all others. Kurt stared at her with wide eyes, clutching his own sheets
to his chest. Oh, no…this isn’t embarrassing
at all, is it?
Disclaimers Apply
A/N Goddess Foxfeather is still the coolest beta on any
continent. She gets lots of muse kibble for her
menagerie. J Readers/Reviewers: Ask and ye shall receive…smut!
“Kurt, what’re
you doing?”
“What does
it look like I’m doing?”
“It’s dark
and you’re invisible!”
“Ah…then
what does it feel like I’m doing?”
“That…oh!” Kitty had never truly known it was possible
for her knees to go weak like that. She
found that she wanted it to happen again.
A lot.
“Liebes,
you feel so good against me…”
“I’m
squishy.”
“You feel
good, not squishy.”
Kitty was
going to protest, point out each and every flaw of her body but Kurt silenced
her with a kiss that quickly deepened to something so soul-searing that she
nearly gave into the need to let her knees buckle. “So that’s what it’s like to kiss someone with fangs,” she said
stupidly when it was over. Kurt laughed
and lifted her easily, taking her to the bed before she knew what he was
about. The question How did we end
up in my bedroom flitted across her mind but she lost the thread as Kurt
began unbuttoning her pajama top. He
was murmuring and whispering things that she could not understand and that she
was not quite sure she wanted to understand.
There’s something to be said for mystery… When his teeth scraped across the stiffened
peak of one breast, she cried out and arched her back, her fingers twining in
his hair to encourage him to do it again.
She wondered if they were moving too fast but decided she did not care,
so long as he kept doing that to her.
Clothes were divested and before Kitty knew it, she was naked before
Kurt’s luminous gaze. Rather than hide
herself as she would have normally done, she let her hands fall to her side and
simply returned his stare, letting him see her, letting her own need
build. She could practically feel his
eyes on her, a phantom touch on her sensitized skin. Heat swept her body and she wondered if he could tell how wet she was there, if his senses
really were that acute. His tail
wrapped around her ankle, making her gasp and jump at the sudden contact, the
soft s of of his fur tantalizing her skin and making her ache to feel it
everywhere.
The first
touch of his hands on her bare skin made her moan under her breath, so badly
did she want it. Her legs parted
wantonly but he did not fall to as she expected. Instead, he traced a tortuous path with his tongue and fingers
from her throat to her center, parting folds to delve her secrets as she cried
his name, moaning and panting with the effort it took not to writhe in
animalistic need in the middle of her bed.
Kurt, she noted with a very vague sense of jealousy, seemed to know
exactly what he was doing, making her shiver with anticipation for whatever he
was going to do next. She heard herself
all but mewling for more, begging him to touch her there and there, her own
hands laying limp and useless on the pillow next to her head. “Kurt, please,” she finally moaned. “I need you. Now.”
“Katzchen,
are you sure?”
“I love
you!” she gasped, surprising even herself. Her mind split in two all of a
sudden—one part was painfully, wonderfully aware of Kurt stroking the inside of
her thighs, claiming her without words as his tail wrapped tightly around one
of her legs, the other part was panicking.
What did I just say?
Ohmygod! Did I mean that? What am I doing? Oh, God, that feels so good…
Her eyes flew wide open at the first tentative touch of his length against
her center, the anticipation of pain making her shake. Kurt seemed to know this and tried to make
it as easy as possible, kissing and touching her, laving first one rosy nipple
then the other as he pushed fractionally against her barrier, letting her get
used to the feeling of him inside her.
Kitty did her very best not to push back, not to make him sink into her
entirely in one thrust and split and fill her at once.
“Katzchen,”
he murmured against her skin, “tell me now if you want me to stop.”
“Never,”
she heard herself say and wondered why for a brief moment. The sudden intrusion of a flare of pain
numbed her mind for it’s duration, the sensation one of tearing and burning
before it settled to a sore fullness that was quickly erased once he began
moving within her. She closed her eyes
and reveled in the feeling of him against her, how his fur tickled her heated
flesh, how he whispered to her, how he panted her name and tried not to give
into the urge to take her hard and fast, how she tried not to do the
same despite her inexperience in such matters.
Kitty nearly cried aloud when her own end came, the feeling almost
painful in it’s simplistic completeness.
Kurt bit her shoulder to keep from shouting as she contracted around
him, her legs and arms tightening around his back even as her internal muscles
grasped tightly.
Kitty say
bolt upright in bed, gasping for breath and uncomfortably aware that she had
just had, not only one of the more intense sex dreams of her life, but that it
had been about Kurt of all people.
And I liked it she thought with no small amount of wonder. Her hands, she noticed, where shaking
uncomfortably and she felt a cool wetness beneath her thighs. Damn it. Girls
aren’t supposed to be all messy, are they?
Ew. With a resigned sigh,
she slid from bed and padded to her dresser, finding clean pajamas to change
into before pulling the sheets and bundling her nightclothes in them. It’s too late at night for anyone to be
downstairs. I think. A flailing idea of running into Logan who
would know exactly why her
sheets needed washing at this hour of night crossed her mind but was quickly
dismissed. He’ll be too busy with
Storm for a while yet…If I hurry, I can make it. She phased downstairs and into the rec room, hurriedly crossing
to the foyer and then outright jogging down the hall to the laundry room. So
far, so good, she mentally congratulated herself. I can dry all these in the morning… She eased out of the warm room and into the
hallway, running directly into the one person she did not want to run into
above all others. Kurt stared at her with wide eyes, clutching his own sheets
to his chest. Oh, no…this isn’t embarrassing
at all, is it?