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In the Kitchen
*Scott starts a fire in the kitchen
Chapter II
In the Kitchen
Scott couldn’t get Veiyn’s words out of his mind and began contemplating how he would get to fuck the demon-eyed girl to death. He really couldn’t understand why she was a virgin at all; she was something special to see even though she was always covered up. Despite her dressing like a boy, even her X uniform was on the boyish side, he had no trouble imagining what she looked like underneath her baggy clothes, and definitely not a boy at least he hoped. The main thing that intrigued him about her was her eyes and that they were all white with small dot like dark red pupils, basically opposite of Rem’s eyes but far more sinister and devious. Another attribute he liked about her was that she wore sunglasses all the time he guessed to hide her eyes, but he got a full view when Logan made a snide remark towards her femininity and the glasses came off with the gloves or rather clothes. That was the first time she used her powers in the weeks she resided at the mansion and after that no body intentionally made her mad.
**Flashback
“Are we sure the new student’s a girl fellas I mean looks like a boy t’ me,” Logan joked. Veiyn was wearing a 3x sweatshirt with matching sweatpants and black hiking boots, her hair was wild and uncombed but straight and of course her black sunglasses. She stood in the middle of the rec room not saying anything then turned to leave. “Let’s see fer sure b’fore ya go.” Mistakenly Logan slapped her hard on her ass, the smack resounded through a ruckus of laughter. In a quick turn on her heel she snatched off her glasses and all the men in the room was in awe of her eyes, she looked like a vampire from another lifetime, but her death stare was only on Logan. He cocked that familiar eyebrow waiting for her to attack his claws slowly revealing themselves. She looked down not impressed at all and looked back in Logan’s bright blue eyes (yeah blue). She raised her eyebrow in the same fashion and before anyone could blink Logan was engulfed in flames.
He began batting out the flames but soon realized it was only his clothes that were burning, the fire not touching his skin. After a couple of minutes he stood in the middle of the room stark naked. The men stood quiet not wanting the same punishment. Her eyes trailed his body and when her sights caught his flaccid yet well endowed cock, her other eyebrow came up as the other came down. Logan wasn’t one who was afraid to parade around naked even in front of people, even men, hell he did for days back in the day, but that’s another story. Her eyes met his again and she saw that that really had no affect on him although his clothes dissolved to nothing; she suddenly smiled, replaced her sunglasses and went to her room. Later on that night a clothed Logan decided to go for a bike ride and found a burnt pile of ash where his bike used to be. The whole house could hear his roar and then Veiyn began cracking up.
Logan, now almost feral came into the room charging at her. Without looking in his direction she used her powers to raise his body temperature to an alarming rate to stop him. She walked him to the other side of the house where they found his bike like new and untouched, just like he demanded, minus the displacement. She walked over to the calming man-beast and said something no one else could hear but Logan. **My ass my body is like that beautiful machine of yours, don’t touch it unless I fucking tell you to, understand shorty, or I’ll burn something you truly value.** Everyone saw her grab his crotch bringing him to his knees. “Now that’s a good Wolverine.” He began growling but felt a great heat well up in his pants, not from her power, but from how turned on he got and when Scott saw the look in his eyes he knew he was in for some trouble and he knew Logan loved trouble and her name is Veiyn.
Present Day
Rec Room 7:00 pm
The Professor had to run an errand in Scotland and was going to be gone for at least a week and he asked Scott of course to handle everything while he was gone. Scott had no trouble agreeing and that’s when he was going to have his fun, not only with Veiyn, but also his goody goody girlfriend and decided to let the other men who were just sitting around have in on the fun also. He watched as Hank, Ororo, Rogue and the Professor set to take off in the Black Bird waving goodbye as the engines lit and Ororo taxied down the long corridor hidden behind the waterfall and disappeared into the setting sun.
He briskly walked rounding up all the guys hoping not to run into the girls during his trek. He told everyone to meet in the rec room around 8:00 and keep cool not letting on anything suspicious, since they were about to fuck with two telepaths that both dealt with fire and had tempers to match. He prepared snacks in the kitchen some for eating and some for the evening ahead. He laughed to himself hoping that at least Veiyn would enjoy having hot melted chocolate covered all over her body, cause he knew Jean would protest saying it would stain the carpet or something lame like that.
It was 7:45 when he went to the rec room to set up things and all the guys were there. Logan and Remy were consumed in a serious pool game while Kurt sat crouched in the corner watching like a statuesque gargoyle. As he sat the food and drinks down he saw Warren walking in with the girls and smiled ready for the games to begin. “So everyone’s hear I see, why don’t we all sit down and watch the movie I got from the library.” Logan and Remy left their game for later and both sat on the couch on either side of Kurt who bamfed his way into the middle. Warren folded his wings and sat on the floor near the t v and Jean sat in the recliner while Veiyn sat comfortably on the pool table careful of not disturbing the scattered balls.
The movie began and everyone began munching on the chips and popcorn all except Scott who was watching Jean who sat with her feet planted on the floor and arms resting on the arms of the chair. *Man she even watches movies boring, God who am I going out with? * he thought to himself not caring if she heard him or not. He looked over at Veiyn out the corner of his glasses careful not to send an energy beam at her. She sat on the table with her legs hanging over the sides swinging them one after the other as if wading them in water her elbows supported her as she leaned back.
Scott licked his lips as he imagined himself just getting up and pulling her skirt up and fucking her right there. As he ogled her he wondered if she wanted to have sex on a pool table like every other woman of the world except one of course. He turned to look at Jean and shook his head, *she probably wouldn’t want to ruin the felt or scratch the wood. * He heard Veiyn give a faint chuckle and turned to the movie but nothing funny happened. *I’m laughing at you, you ditz, man is she that boring? * He wondered how much of his inner monologue she heard and smiled anyway, *without even trying. * They both laughed out loud and everyone turned to see what was so funny then ignored them figuring they were having an inner conversation, Jean somehow engulfed in the movie.
After an hour into the move Scott got bored. He got up stretched and walked over to the pool table and stood beside Veiyn running his finger up her arm. The soft touch startled her and her arm slipped from under her and she hit her head on the 8 ball. “Owww!!!! Shit that hurt!!!” The whole group told her to shush and got back to watching ‘The Whole Nine Yards’. “Sorry,” Scott said in a hushed voice helping her up. “I’m gonna have huge headache Summers!” she yelled. “Hey do I have to shut ya both up?” Logan asked turning his head toward them. Veiyn stuck her tongue out at him. “I know what ya can do with that darlin’ if yer willin’,” he retorted. She smiled at him seeming very interested in the statement and Scott rolled his eyes and wished he could be more open like that. ‘C’mere and let me see your head.” He led her to the kitchen where they had better light.
He hoped she didn’t hit it hard enough that she wouldn’t want to play the game later on. He checked her and found nothing but a little bump that would be fine in the morning. “So how boring is she?” “What?” “I asked how boring is she?” “Uhh ever watch golf?” “God no.” “Well then if you ever do that’s Jean Grey.” They both laughed and Scott put a small bag of ice on the back of her head and she winced at the pain as he hit the bump to hard. “Shit. Sorry.” She stood with her mouth open and made a sound recalling his bad word. “Damn. I do cuss ya know.” He leaned her head on his chest and gently lifted her hair to place the ice softly on her injury. “That’s better.” “Yeah the ice should keep the swelling down.” She pressed her hips into his and slid her hands into his back pockets. “I wasn’t taking about the ice you idiot.” The ice sent a cold chill through her body making her shiver and Scott’s cock began to poke in his jeans feeling her body this close to his.
“Was that from the ice or from me?” he asked. She slid her hands from his pockets, undid his shirt and slid her hands up his broad muscular back, raking her nails back down. He let out of low growl through his teeth to relieve the pain she was giving him. “The ice, but I won’t tell,” she said bringing her hand past his waistband. Her nails dug into his finely toned ass making him jump in her arms. The ice pack hit the floor and Scott quickly picked her up setting her down on the table. Her hands were pinned in his pants and Scott settled between her legs his hard on poking into her thigh.
His lips found hers and locked them in a heated kiss. He shifted his body so she could remove her hands but never broke from her soft embrace. Her hands went to grab his shirt but he grabbed them pinning them to the oak. His tongue drilled into her in a fury probing every inch of her mouth, her moans making Scott push in deeper. *Man you taste so good. * Her own tongue began it’s own little dance thrusting in and out of his mouth, her lips capturing his tongue sucking on it as if it would give her strength to continue. *You should see how the rest of me tastes. * His dick jumped at her comment as if hearing her.
Scott slid his tongue from her both catching a needed breath and then Veiyn bit his lip pulling him back down on her. The kiss was short making her mad but her anger was dissipated when he pushed his hips forward, the rough material of the denim rubbing against her soaked panties. The feel of the hardness between their clothes made Veiyn’s body grow hot and Scott could feel it too. He pushed against her again this time harder and she moaned loudly secretly wishing there was nothing between his throbbing cock and her dripping pussy. * Is that what you want? * *God yes Scott. * His mouth began to lick at her neck finding that sweet spot that drove women crazy. Her legs wrapped around him when his tongue and lips began a simultaneous attack on her sensitive flesh. *Oh fuck Scott don’t stop! * “Say it out loud.” She felt his mouth leave her neck and then on her breast and he began sucking it through her shirt and bra, her nipple caught between his teeth as he gently pulled at it. “Oh shit Scott, don’t stop please.” Those are the words he’s always wanted to hear and his dick was desperately trying to free itself from the restraining jeans.
Logan turned to see why Scott and Veiyn were so quiet then sniffed the air. When his nose caught the smell of sweat and sex in the air he quietly got up and walked towards the kitchen. “Now I know yer not dumb enough to fuck this girl while yer damned girlfriend is a few feet away Summers,” he grumbled to himself. Scott was inches away from unbuttoning his pants when Logan appeared at the door, clearing his throat. *You have got to be fucking kidding me!!! * “Havin’ fun there Scotty boy?” “I was just about to until you showed up.” “I can see that. Mind gettin’ yer dick off o’ her before Jean finds out what yer both doin’ and she raises holy hell in here.” Scott looked down at Veiyn who was breathing heavily, but he didn’t know if it was from the moment or frustration of which he knew all too well.
Scott began to move but Veiyn stopped him. “First of all she doesn’t know ‘cause she thinks Scott is stitching me up. Second don’t ask me how. Third fucking leave before I hurt you Logan.” Scott smiled down at her as her hand slid down to his zipper. “Look little girl, I’ve been through worse shit with women worse than you, second I eat off that damn table and third I don’t need to see ‘one-eye’s’ ass in the air where I eat my breakfast, so fer me darlin’ get yer ass off the fuckin’ table.” Hearing his gravely voice demand her to do something sent her body heat off the charts to the point she and Scott were surrounded by flames, her eyes were glowing and her body quivering.
He quickly pulled away from her bumping into the island in the middle of the kitchen. She sat up holding the back of her head and jumping off the table not even bothering to straighten her appearance and stormed past the both of them as her flames died down, only raging inside of her now. Scott shoved his shirt back in his jeans, but his arousal was still evident as he walked towards Logan. He stood in front of the Canadian breathing heavily, “We were not disturbing anyone you short, little…” “Oohh the leader has…” Logan looked down at Scott’s pants, “…balls.” Scott refrained from hitting him knowing it wouldn’t really do much but break every bone in his hand.
“See Scott I didn’t stop you because of Jean. I care fer the redhead just as much as you do, but I like Veiyn too and deep down you know that flame would burn you to nothin’ if she got her claws into ya, so why don’t you be a ‘good boy’ and stick to the nice girls.” Before Scott could get a word out he was catching up to Veiyn who was still a tad turned on and Logan grabbed her by her ass as they turned down the hallway out of Scott’s sight. “We’ll see who gets burned tonight you fuckin’ runt.” He picked up the melting ice, refilled the bag. His lip was throbbing and went to touch it, then winced from the sting of his hands. “Damn this hurts, hope you can make the rest of me hurt like this.” He clicked the light off and joined the others for the rest of the movie. He gave Veiyn the ice pack and stood at the pool table as the credits to the movie began to roll. Everyone began to move when he suggested something. “Hey guys how about we play a little game?”
Next Chapter An Adult Game
Chapter II
In the Kitchen
Scott couldn’t get Veiyn’s words out of his mind and began contemplating how he would get to fuck the demon-eyed girl to death. He really couldn’t understand why she was a virgin at all; she was something special to see even though she was always covered up. Despite her dressing like a boy, even her X uniform was on the boyish side, he had no trouble imagining what she looked like underneath her baggy clothes, and definitely not a boy at least he hoped. The main thing that intrigued him about her was her eyes and that they were all white with small dot like dark red pupils, basically opposite of Rem’s eyes but far more sinister and devious. Another attribute he liked about her was that she wore sunglasses all the time he guessed to hide her eyes, but he got a full view when Logan made a snide remark towards her femininity and the glasses came off with the gloves or rather clothes. That was the first time she used her powers in the weeks she resided at the mansion and after that no body intentionally made her mad.
**Flashback
“Are we sure the new student’s a girl fellas I mean looks like a boy t’ me,” Logan joked. Veiyn was wearing a 3x sweatshirt with matching sweatpants and black hiking boots, her hair was wild and uncombed but straight and of course her black sunglasses. She stood in the middle of the rec room not saying anything then turned to leave. “Let’s see fer sure b’fore ya go.” Mistakenly Logan slapped her hard on her ass, the smack resounded through a ruckus of laughter. In a quick turn on her heel she snatched off her glasses and all the men in the room was in awe of her eyes, she looked like a vampire from another lifetime, but her death stare was only on Logan. He cocked that familiar eyebrow waiting for her to attack his claws slowly revealing themselves. She looked down not impressed at all and looked back in Logan’s bright blue eyes (yeah blue). She raised her eyebrow in the same fashion and before anyone could blink Logan was engulfed in flames.
He began batting out the flames but soon realized it was only his clothes that were burning, the fire not touching his skin. After a couple of minutes he stood in the middle of the room stark naked. The men stood quiet not wanting the same punishment. Her eyes trailed his body and when her sights caught his flaccid yet well endowed cock, her other eyebrow came up as the other came down. Logan wasn’t one who was afraid to parade around naked even in front of people, even men, hell he did for days back in the day, but that’s another story. Her eyes met his again and she saw that that really had no affect on him although his clothes dissolved to nothing; she suddenly smiled, replaced her sunglasses and went to her room. Later on that night a clothed Logan decided to go for a bike ride and found a burnt pile of ash where his bike used to be. The whole house could hear his roar and then Veiyn began cracking up.
Logan, now almost feral came into the room charging at her. Without looking in his direction she used her powers to raise his body temperature to an alarming rate to stop him. She walked him to the other side of the house where they found his bike like new and untouched, just like he demanded, minus the displacement. She walked over to the calming man-beast and said something no one else could hear but Logan. **My ass my body is like that beautiful machine of yours, don’t touch it unless I fucking tell you to, understand shorty, or I’ll burn something you truly value.** Everyone saw her grab his crotch bringing him to his knees. “Now that’s a good Wolverine.” He began growling but felt a great heat well up in his pants, not from her power, but from how turned on he got and when Scott saw the look in his eyes he knew he was in for some trouble and he knew Logan loved trouble and her name is Veiyn.
Present Day
Rec Room 7:00 pm
The Professor had to run an errand in Scotland and was going to be gone for at least a week and he asked Scott of course to handle everything while he was gone. Scott had no trouble agreeing and that’s when he was going to have his fun, not only with Veiyn, but also his goody goody girlfriend and decided to let the other men who were just sitting around have in on the fun also. He watched as Hank, Ororo, Rogue and the Professor set to take off in the Black Bird waving goodbye as the engines lit and Ororo taxied down the long corridor hidden behind the waterfall and disappeared into the setting sun.
He briskly walked rounding up all the guys hoping not to run into the girls during his trek. He told everyone to meet in the rec room around 8:00 and keep cool not letting on anything suspicious, since they were about to fuck with two telepaths that both dealt with fire and had tempers to match. He prepared snacks in the kitchen some for eating and some for the evening ahead. He laughed to himself hoping that at least Veiyn would enjoy having hot melted chocolate covered all over her body, cause he knew Jean would protest saying it would stain the carpet or something lame like that.
It was 7:45 when he went to the rec room to set up things and all the guys were there. Logan and Remy were consumed in a serious pool game while Kurt sat crouched in the corner watching like a statuesque gargoyle. As he sat the food and drinks down he saw Warren walking in with the girls and smiled ready for the games to begin. “So everyone’s hear I see, why don’t we all sit down and watch the movie I got from the library.” Logan and Remy left their game for later and both sat on the couch on either side of Kurt who bamfed his way into the middle. Warren folded his wings and sat on the floor near the t v and Jean sat in the recliner while Veiyn sat comfortably on the pool table careful of not disturbing the scattered balls.
The movie began and everyone began munching on the chips and popcorn all except Scott who was watching Jean who sat with her feet planted on the floor and arms resting on the arms of the chair. *Man she even watches movies boring, God who am I going out with? * he thought to himself not caring if she heard him or not. He looked over at Veiyn out the corner of his glasses careful not to send an energy beam at her. She sat on the table with her legs hanging over the sides swinging them one after the other as if wading them in water her elbows supported her as she leaned back.
Scott licked his lips as he imagined himself just getting up and pulling her skirt up and fucking her right there. As he ogled her he wondered if she wanted to have sex on a pool table like every other woman of the world except one of course. He turned to look at Jean and shook his head, *she probably wouldn’t want to ruin the felt or scratch the wood. * He heard Veiyn give a faint chuckle and turned to the movie but nothing funny happened. *I’m laughing at you, you ditz, man is she that boring? * He wondered how much of his inner monologue she heard and smiled anyway, *without even trying. * They both laughed out loud and everyone turned to see what was so funny then ignored them figuring they were having an inner conversation, Jean somehow engulfed in the movie.
After an hour into the move Scott got bored. He got up stretched and walked over to the pool table and stood beside Veiyn running his finger up her arm. The soft touch startled her and her arm slipped from under her and she hit her head on the 8 ball. “Owww!!!! Shit that hurt!!!” The whole group told her to shush and got back to watching ‘The Whole Nine Yards’. “Sorry,” Scott said in a hushed voice helping her up. “I’m gonna have huge headache Summers!” she yelled. “Hey do I have to shut ya both up?” Logan asked turning his head toward them. Veiyn stuck her tongue out at him. “I know what ya can do with that darlin’ if yer willin’,” he retorted. She smiled at him seeming very interested in the statement and Scott rolled his eyes and wished he could be more open like that. ‘C’mere and let me see your head.” He led her to the kitchen where they had better light.
He hoped she didn’t hit it hard enough that she wouldn’t want to play the game later on. He checked her and found nothing but a little bump that would be fine in the morning. “So how boring is she?” “What?” “I asked how boring is she?” “Uhh ever watch golf?” “God no.” “Well then if you ever do that’s Jean Grey.” They both laughed and Scott put a small bag of ice on the back of her head and she winced at the pain as he hit the bump to hard. “Shit. Sorry.” She stood with her mouth open and made a sound recalling his bad word. “Damn. I do cuss ya know.” He leaned her head on his chest and gently lifted her hair to place the ice softly on her injury. “That’s better.” “Yeah the ice should keep the swelling down.” She pressed her hips into his and slid her hands into his back pockets. “I wasn’t taking about the ice you idiot.” The ice sent a cold chill through her body making her shiver and Scott’s cock began to poke in his jeans feeling her body this close to his.
“Was that from the ice or from me?” he asked. She slid her hands from his pockets, undid his shirt and slid her hands up his broad muscular back, raking her nails back down. He let out of low growl through his teeth to relieve the pain she was giving him. “The ice, but I won’t tell,” she said bringing her hand past his waistband. Her nails dug into his finely toned ass making him jump in her arms. The ice pack hit the floor and Scott quickly picked her up setting her down on the table. Her hands were pinned in his pants and Scott settled between her legs his hard on poking into her thigh.
His lips found hers and locked them in a heated kiss. He shifted his body so she could remove her hands but never broke from her soft embrace. Her hands went to grab his shirt but he grabbed them pinning them to the oak. His tongue drilled into her in a fury probing every inch of her mouth, her moans making Scott push in deeper. *Man you taste so good. * Her own tongue began it’s own little dance thrusting in and out of his mouth, her lips capturing his tongue sucking on it as if it would give her strength to continue. *You should see how the rest of me tastes. * His dick jumped at her comment as if hearing her.
Scott slid his tongue from her both catching a needed breath and then Veiyn bit his lip pulling him back down on her. The kiss was short making her mad but her anger was dissipated when he pushed his hips forward, the rough material of the denim rubbing against her soaked panties. The feel of the hardness between their clothes made Veiyn’s body grow hot and Scott could feel it too. He pushed against her again this time harder and she moaned loudly secretly wishing there was nothing between his throbbing cock and her dripping pussy. * Is that what you want? * *God yes Scott. * His mouth began to lick at her neck finding that sweet spot that drove women crazy. Her legs wrapped around him when his tongue and lips began a simultaneous attack on her sensitive flesh. *Oh fuck Scott don’t stop! * “Say it out loud.” She felt his mouth leave her neck and then on her breast and he began sucking it through her shirt and bra, her nipple caught between his teeth as he gently pulled at it. “Oh shit Scott, don’t stop please.” Those are the words he’s always wanted to hear and his dick was desperately trying to free itself from the restraining jeans.
Logan turned to see why Scott and Veiyn were so quiet then sniffed the air. When his nose caught the smell of sweat and sex in the air he quietly got up and walked towards the kitchen. “Now I know yer not dumb enough to fuck this girl while yer damned girlfriend is a few feet away Summers,” he grumbled to himself. Scott was inches away from unbuttoning his pants when Logan appeared at the door, clearing his throat. *You have got to be fucking kidding me!!! * “Havin’ fun there Scotty boy?” “I was just about to until you showed up.” “I can see that. Mind gettin’ yer dick off o’ her before Jean finds out what yer both doin’ and she raises holy hell in here.” Scott looked down at Veiyn who was breathing heavily, but he didn’t know if it was from the moment or frustration of which he knew all too well.
Scott began to move but Veiyn stopped him. “First of all she doesn’t know ‘cause she thinks Scott is stitching me up. Second don’t ask me how. Third fucking leave before I hurt you Logan.” Scott smiled down at her as her hand slid down to his zipper. “Look little girl, I’ve been through worse shit with women worse than you, second I eat off that damn table and third I don’t need to see ‘one-eye’s’ ass in the air where I eat my breakfast, so fer me darlin’ get yer ass off the fuckin’ table.” Hearing his gravely voice demand her to do something sent her body heat off the charts to the point she and Scott were surrounded by flames, her eyes were glowing and her body quivering.
He quickly pulled away from her bumping into the island in the middle of the kitchen. She sat up holding the back of her head and jumping off the table not even bothering to straighten her appearance and stormed past the both of them as her flames died down, only raging inside of her now. Scott shoved his shirt back in his jeans, but his arousal was still evident as he walked towards Logan. He stood in front of the Canadian breathing heavily, “We were not disturbing anyone you short, little…” “Oohh the leader has…” Logan looked down at Scott’s pants, “…balls.” Scott refrained from hitting him knowing it wouldn’t really do much but break every bone in his hand.
“See Scott I didn’t stop you because of Jean. I care fer the redhead just as much as you do, but I like Veiyn too and deep down you know that flame would burn you to nothin’ if she got her claws into ya, so why don’t you be a ‘good boy’ and stick to the nice girls.” Before Scott could get a word out he was catching up to Veiyn who was still a tad turned on and Logan grabbed her by her ass as they turned down the hallway out of Scott’s sight. “We’ll see who gets burned tonight you fuckin’ runt.” He picked up the melting ice, refilled the bag. His lip was throbbing and went to touch it, then winced from the sting of his hands. “Damn this hurts, hope you can make the rest of me hurt like this.” He clicked the light off and joined the others for the rest of the movie. He gave Veiyn the ice pack and stood at the pool table as the credits to the movie began to roll. Everyone began to move when he suggested something. “Hey guys how about we play a little game?”
Next Chapter An Adult Game