Treasure Hunt

Treasure Hunt: Chapter 2: Rogue's Initiation


Betsy was becoming concerned. Rogue had not taken advantage of the opportunity to get to know the guys through their models. She should have been the first to use them. Rogue couldn't have sex like most women. Her touch would drain any man. Betsy knew the southern belle craved the comfort and release that a sexual encounter could bring her. It could be that, because Rogue had manifested her powers before loosing her virginity, she had no idea what to do. She toyed with the idea of helping her but decided that she needed the help of someone she loved. Preferably, a man.

She found him in the kitchen, cooking a pot full of Gumbo. Remy was a very good cook and Betsy was looking forward to dinner but he was needed elsewhere.

“Gambit, may I interrupt you?” she asked.

“Remy always wan' ta talk ta a beautiful femme,” he flirted.

“You know that Hank is doing an experiment?” she asked.

“Tha' homme always workin' on somethin'.” he said. “Which one?”

“I'm not sure what he is doing but he took molds of the men,” she said.

“Remy's one of 'em,” he said proudly. “So?”

“We have them,” she told him.

“Ya usin' 'em?” he asked, a twinkle in his eye.

“Of course,” she said. “We all have with one exception.”

“Rogue,” he said.

“I'm not sure she knows what to do with them,” she explained. “I was wondering if you could help her out.”

His eyes darkened with desire. To get the chance to make love to Rogue, even if it wasn't his own body slipping into hers, was a chance he couldn't pass up.

“You watch de Gumbo?” he asked.

“It just needs to simmer?”

“'Bout another fifteen minutes,” he told her. “Don' 'spect us fer supper.”

“Be careful,” she cautioned. “There's two boxes of condoms and a stack of scarves in my room. Feel free to take what you need.”

He kissed the purple haired mutant with as much passion as he could. When he broke off the kiss, she was breathless.

“T'anks Psylock,” he said. He grabbed two glasses and a bottle of wine that he had planned to serve with dinner and left the kitchen at a fast trot.

'If he fucks like he kisses, I need to try him out,' she thought to herself.

Remy gathered the condoms and scarves from Betsy's room and knocked on the door of the woman he has desired since he moved into the mansion many years ago. Anticipation was flowing through him. If he worked this right, he may get the chance to make love to her.

“Whatcha want, Swamp Rat?” Rogue demanded. Her mood was awful. She had been staring at the dildos for hours, not sure if she could go through with this. The longer she thought about it, the deeper into self-pity she fell.

Remy held up the wine and glasses, hiding the condoms and scarves in his trench coat.

“Remy bring gifts, chere,” he said. “Good wine, good friends, wha' could be better, heh?”

She could never resist him when he wanted to be private with her. Even if the games he played with her left her breathless and unsatisfied, she always let him in. She stepped aside and waved him into her room.

Remy's eye was immediately drawn to the dildos assembled on her dresser. He walked over to them, making sure to hide the other items he brought in his coat, and picked up the on he saw every time he looked at himself.

“Wolverine lookin' all over fer dese,” he remarked.

She blushed deep red with embarrassment. “The others gave 'em ta me.” she told him.

“Have ya tried 'em yet?” he asked lightly.

She didn't answer his question. He waited, thinking maybe she was embarrassed to talk about it. When he heard her sniffle, he turned. She was carefully inspecting the floor with her eyes.

“Chere?” he said softly. She shook her head.

Placing a finger under her chin, he lifted her eyes to his.

“Why not?” he asked, gently.

Her eyes were filled with pain. “Ah don't...” she stopped, trying to get her thoughts together. “Ah never...” She couldn't say it.

He carefully gathered her into his arms and kissed her hair. “I know, chere,” he whispered. “Come,” he pulled her to the bed. “Have a glass of dis fine wine and we talk 'bout it.”

He sat her down and pulled a corkscrew from one of the many pockets of his coat. Deftly opening the bottle, he poured two glasses. Handing her a glass, he sat beside her and raised his own.

“Ta the woman I love,” he toasted and emptied the glass quickly.

“Do ya really?” she asked in a small voice as she sipped her own wine.

“How can ya doubt me?” he asked as he pulled a scarf from his pocket. He took the glass from her nerveless hands and placed it on the dresser. He pulled the scarf across his mouth and laid it across his lips. Lowering his mouth to hers, he kissed he softly.

'Oh God,' Rogue thought. 'The scarf is so thin I can almost feel his lips on mine.'

He lifted his head and looked at her. “Remy can show ya what ta do,” he told her, his voice low. He pulled her close, his lips next to her ear. “Let Gambit show ya what l'amor is all about.” he whispered, his breath hot over her ear. Shivers chased each other up and down her spine.

“What's yer idea?” she whispered.

“Lot more scarves where dis one come from,” he told her. He slid the scarf to her ear and traced the shell trough the fabric. When she gasped, he chuckled softly.

“Remy wan' you,” he told her, his voice thick with passion. “I wan' ta kiss you till you can' see. I wan' ta touch you everywhere with my hands and my tongue. I wan' ta taste you, make you come with my mouth and swallow every las' drop of yer honey.”

“Remy,” she whimpered. “Is it possible?”

“Let Remy take care 'o you,” he said. “He make ya feel good and show ya what ta do wit' dose t'ings.” He drew his hand up the inside of her thigh She moaned and spread her legs slightly.

He knew what she wanted but he wanted to tease her more. She needed to be very wet before he took her. He decided that he would not be the one to cause her the pain. He reached over and grabbed the smallest dildo on the dresser. He reached inside his coat and began to pull the scarves out, one at a time. Her eyes widened with each new scarf that appeared.

Rogue always had a box of latex gloves in her room. She learned her lesson one day when Jubilee had been hurt falling off a ladder and Rogue couldn't find a pair of gloves. Remy opened the top drawer of the dresser and took the box out. Donning a pair of gloves, he shrugged out of his coat, placing the condoms next to the bed.

“Come chere,” he said. “Dose clothes look uncomfortable.” He began to unbutton her blouse, careful not to touch her skin. Picking up two scarves, he deftly tied knots in them. Pulling the blouse from her, he slipped the scarves over her and settled them on her shoulders. He paused to look at her, his eyes widening in appreciation.

“You beautiful,” he whispered reverently. His hands came up and cupped her breasts through her bra. He bent his head and kissed the top of each breast, slipping his tongue under the cups.

“Oh!” she gasped. “What 'r ya doin' ta me?”

“Dis is only de beginning,” he growled. He pulled her slowly against his chest, letting her feel his arousal. He resisted the urge to grind himself against her. He needed to move slowly. He didn't want to scare her. Flipping the scarf over her face he captured her lips in a searing kiss, his tongue brushing across her lips, demanding entrance.

He had done this to her before. She never failed to get turned on by his kisses. He plundered her mouth ruthlessly, demanding that she respond. And she did, giving him back as much as he gave her. His erection throbbed against her belly, his hips circling ever so gently.

When they broke apart, her bra was lying on the floor behind her. He pulled back enough for the scarf to fall between them and cover her breasts, concealing nothing. He leaned over and kissed the silk covered flesh, working his way to her nipple. Pinching the hard nub between his thumb and fingers, he rolled it gently. Her knees buckled. Lifting her in his arms, he placed her in the middle of the bed, following her down.

He quickly smoothed the silk over she skin and took the hard nipple in his mouth, suckling gently. Rogue moaned and arched her back, urging him to be more bold.

“Harder,” she gasped, holding his head to her aching flesh. “Please Remy, harder.”

He drew a little harder on the bud, sucking, pulling. His teeth scraping the sensitive tip. His other hand came up to lavish attention on the other breast, pinching and rolling the nipple. Her breath was coming in sharp gasps of passion.

His hand left her breast to travel down her leg and back up on the inside. She whimpered as his thumb found her clit through her thin slacks, brushing against it.

“More.” she groaned. “I need more.”

“Let me take your pants off,” he murmured. “Be much better wit'out yer pants.”

He lowered the zipper of the tight fitting Capri pants she had on. Slipping his hands inside, he cupped her butt in his hands and began squeezing rhythmically. She lifted her hips, helping him to remove her pants and panties. Soon, she was naked before him. He sat back to admire her bounty.

She had full, darked tipped breasts that overflowed his hands. He watched, fascinated, as they rose and fell with each breath she took. He stomach was flat and firm with constant exercise and flowed into a trim waist. Her hips flared out from her waist. Not too big, not too small. She was unlikely to have children of her own and Remy mourned that fact. She was built for having babies, in his opinion. He would give his left arm for her to have his children.

The patch of dark curls at the apex of her legs drew his interest next. They were damp with her own juices. He could smell the musky scent of her. The urge to taste her overwhelmed him. His hands found the pile of scarves and pulled them to him. Sitting back on his heels, he began to drape her body with the sheer fabric. Most of the silk was white or lightly colored, allowing her skin to show through. He could see the thin layer of perspiration on the soft skin.

One by one, he covered her with a single layer of silk. When he was through, only her face was uncovered yet she never felt more exposed.

“You so beautiful in silk,” he breathed. “Remy have somethin' made for you so you always have it next to your skin.”

“Touch me,” she begged. “Please Remy. Ah can't stand it. Ah need ya ta touch me.”

He reached out with one long finger and flicked it against the hard nipple that was begging for his attention.

“Ah!” she cried, her back arching into the touch. The throbbing between her legs was becoming unbearable. She had to grab fistfuls of the sheet to keep herself from reaching out to him. “Ah want so bad ta touch ya.” she whispered. “Ya better stop. Ah don't think I can keep from touchin' ya.”

He leaned over and gave her nipple a playful nip. “Remy t'ink of dat.” he smiled. A pair of handcuffs appeared in his hand. “You trust dis 'ol Cajun?”

“What are ya plannin'?” she asked, her eyes narrow with suspicion.

“Gonna make sure your hands behave,” he told her, his tongue circling the other hard peak.

“Ya won't hurt me?” she asked, a gleam of interest in her eyes.

“Remy could never hurt you, chere,” he told her, his breath over her moist nipple making her shiver. “He love you.”

She looked at him closely. He had always been difficult to read. Logan could do it because Remy couldn't mask his scent but the only other person who could was Rogue. She had absorbed his thoughts once and part of him remained behind in her mind. She knew him better than most but not as well as she would like.

She loved him. She couldn't remember falling in love with him but the fact remained that she did. The Remy in her head loved her but the Remy in her head and the one pleasuring her body were two different people. Could she trust this Remy?

“Remy stop if chere don' like it,” he promised. “You can break de cuffs any time you wan'. Dey steel, not adamantium.”

“Alright,” she said. If she felt uncomfortable, she would break free.

His face split into a sensuous smile. He gently placed her wrist in the cuff and closed it. Lifting her arm, he locked the other end to the headboard. A second pair of cuffs appeared and he repeated the procedure to her other hand. When she was securely restrained, he adjusted the scarves and continued the business at hand.

He kissed and nipped his way down her arm and returned to her breasts. He wasn't usually a breast man. He usually preferred legs but Rogue's breasts seemed to call him. They were magnificent.

He paused long enough to give each tip a lavish kiss and continued on. His tongue dipped into her navel and swirled slowly, the small moans and gasps from her lips driving him on. She was enjoying what he was doing to her.

He detoured around the curly bush and headed for her ankles. He nipped and licked his way up her leg. By the time he got to her knee, she was thrashing and begging him to fuck her. He continued to lick and suck her thighs, slowly working toward his goal.

He drew the largest scarf between her legs and smoothed it down her thighs.

“Remy make dat pounding go 'way,” he promised as he reached out and flicked a finger across her clit.

As soon as he touched her, she arched her back and shrieked. The sound traveled down his back and straight to his throbbing cock.

'Control,' he warned himself. 'Ya can' fuck da femme yet.'

“Now da fun begins,” he whispered as he lowered his head. His tongue found her clit and began to massage it.

“Remy!” she cried. “Oh God!”

He continued to assault her clit, occasionally slipping down and pushing between her lips to taste her. Her hips thrusted upwards to meet him in a motion as old as time. He covered her with his mouth and began to suckle. Suddenly, she froze, her hips high in the air. Remy gave her clit a slight nip and she toppled over the edge, coming hard, her hips bucking wildly. With a snap, the cuffs broke and her hands came down to grip his cloth covered shoulders. With a moan, she settled back to the mattress.

He continued to lick and suck, not giving her the chance to come down from her sensual high. A small pair of scissors appear. He knew just how much of the scarf to cut away. He continued to stimulate her with his hand while cutting away the excess fabric. He left her briefly to slip a lubricated condom over the smallest dildo. When he returned, he gave her clit a tweak and rub.

“Now Remy show you wha' ta do,” he whispered. “Pay attention.”

She opened her eyes to see the dildo in his hand, her breath coming in sharp pants and growls.

He brought the dildo to the opening he had cut in the fabric and slowly began to slide it into her pussy.

“De trick is ta go slow,” he instructed in a low voice. He felt her stiffen as he found the barrier and stopped. Reaching for her, she massaged her clit until she relaxed.

“Dis gonna hurt,” he told her. “Remy can' help dis. Always hurt de first time.”

Without giving her time to protest, he slammed through the barrier and the dildo was seated. He stopped moving the model and continued to stimulate her with his thumb.

“Hurt some,” she admitted, her eyes still glazed with lust, “but not as bad as Ah was told.” Her hips writhed on the bed. “It this all?”

He chuckled softly. “Non, chere,” he told her. “Dere's much more.”

Slowly at first, he began to move the dildo, pulling it out almost to the tip and sliding it back in. All the while, he massaged her clit.

“Does dat hurt?” he asked.

“God, no!” she moaned. “It feels so good. Please don't stop.”

He watched her as she moaned and gasped at what he was doing to her. When she began to lift her hips to meet the downstroke, the throbbing in his groin reached epic proportions. Suddenly, he knew what he needed to do. He stopped moving the dildo and left it in her.

“Remy!” she protested.

“Remy have an idea.” he told her, standing up and opening his pants. His cock was so hard that it sprang from his shorts in eager anticipation. He grabbed a condom from the table and quickly donned it, then crawled up the bed and between Rogue's legs.

“Look at Remy, chere,” he whispered. “See how much he wan' you?”

“Remy?” she gasped, not believing he would risk it for her.

“Toys are fine,” he said, removing the dildo, “but the real t'ing much more fun.”

He slowly slipped into her pussy with a groan.

“Much more better,” he said, his voice shaking.

“Oh mah God!” Rogue moaned. “It feels so different.”

He pulled back, almost slipping out of her and sliding back in, groaning. She was so tight and wet. He couldn't believe he was doing this. In all his wet dreams about her, he never imagined he'd ever do this.

Experience told him how to bring her to the top. He began to thrust, slowly at first, in creasing his speed and depth slowly. Soon, he was slamming against her and she was meeting him halfway. He ground his hips against her, the silk scarf slipping around her clit. The tiny squeals and whimpers she made were music to his ears.

“Oh, God,” she sobbed. “It's happenin' again.”

'Let go, chere.” he moaned. “Remy here ta catch you.”

She shrieked, her back arched, her body shaking as she came. Her muscles rhythmically clamping around his cock triggered his own orgasm. He slammed himself deep into her and stiffened.

“Ahhhhh,” he yelled, his balls emptying.

He caught himself on shaky arms before he could collapse on her. She scarves were scattered all across the bed. He grabbed one and laid it gently across her face. He leaned forward and kissed her, slowly and sweetly.

“I love you, chere.” he said.

“Oh mah God,” she cried. “Ah didn't know it could be like that.”

“If you love someone, it's much more better.”

“I love ya Remy,” she told him, tears falling freely.