Windrider

Warning:
This story is for adults only! The story has strong sexual and violent content. It also contains offensive language. If such content makes you feel uncomfortable, or you are not old enough according to the law, the author would suggest that you read no further.

Disclaimer:
All of the characters in this story are the property of Marvel Comics. The author makes no claim of ownership on these characters. It is a parody. Written for entertainment and not profit. If you wish to make money off of Marvel, buy stock. I did.

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Windrider

Chapter 2

Nervously, Kitty Pryde stepped onto the balcony. She hugged herself, breasts covered by one arm and privates by the other. Her skin broke out in goose bumps as it became immersed in the night air. She wasn’t cold. The air was warm, cooler than the heat of day but still balmy for mid-June. The moon was bright, casting blue shadows on the mansion’s lawn. The scent of dew, pollen and fresh cut grass mixed together to make the air itself seem alive. Tree frogs and crickets chirped mating calls in the distance. It was as perfect early summer night as Kitty had ever known. She was naked under the sky. She wasn’t alone.

The goddess gave her a welcoming smile. The exact opposite to Kitty, Ororo stood unashamed. The moonbeams highlight every curve of her statuesque figure. Ororo was perfect, a Nubian goddess in form and function. Kitty could never know exactly what Ororo was thinking behind those piecing blue eyes. It didn’t matter. She was too awestruck. Kitty still couldn’t believe it. Ororo, naked, it just fit. It was right. She was as natural as the stars and the sky and the sea. She belonged. Kitty was the one out of place.

“Relax Kitten,” Ororo’s ivory smile eased Kitty apprehensions. “There is nothing out here. It’s only dark.”

Kitty’s eyes dropped unintentionally. Long enough for her to take in Ororo’s athletic legs, shapely hips and the deeper shadow that beckoned between her thighs. ‘There is something out here, and it is dark.’ Kitty closed her eyes, trying to push away the thoughts that stirred within her. ‘Get a hold of yourself. You have a big, hunky boyfriend who happens to be the sweetest guy in the world and your best friend’s brother. He loves you. You love him. You’re straight; you’re Jewish and you’re in love with your Russian…’

Kitty’s thought ended abruptly as she felt the soft press of flesh on her bare shoulder. Kitty opened her eyes. Ororo looked at her, concern written on her face. “Kitten, there is nothing to fear.” Ororo didn’t remove her hand. It couldn’t have been more than five seconds, to Kitty it was a lifetime. Her warm hand felt electric against her skin.

“I’m not afraid.” Kitty’s voice trembled. Her emotions tore at her, not wanting to be there, yet wanting to be nowhere else in the world. She became frustrated with herself. ‘Get a hold of yourself. It’s just a shower. You do it everyday. Step in, wash, step out, and dry off. Nothing’s gonna happen.’ Finding her inner strength, Kitty stood a little straighter and let her arms drop to her side. “I’m ready.”

Kitty was ‘ready’ in more ways than one. The smell of her own excitement reached her nostrils. ‘Oh God! Don’t let on. Maybe she doesn’t know.’ Kitty mentally fumbled for a distraction. “Let’s get wet.” Shit. “I’m ready ‘Ro.” Kitty kicked herself, ‘Stop talking you fucking idiot!’

Ororo nodded her head. “Good.” Ororo stepped back and held her arms open. Kitty watched in amazement, as Storm’s blue eyes grew opaque. Her white, pupil-less eyes glowed translucent as a black cloud blocks the moonlight.

The first few drops hit Kitty’s scalp. She looked to the sky as a soft, cool rain gently fell from the near cloudless sky. She closed her eyes. The wind picked up. Big drops splashed against her skin. The water was cold. Kitty’s nipples hardened in response. Her brunette hair blew wildly as the wind shifted directions. The rain fell harder, coating her face with wet. The big drops thinned out, the rain came more rapidly. Kitty rubbed it into her face reverently, like a blessing from the sky. She swept back her hair as it soaked in the water. Rain fell on her breasts and belly. Kitty ran her hands over her chest, massaging the wetness into her small breasts. Her skin drank it in. Her warm palms caressed her erect nipples. She became lost in the sensation. Thunder rolled. The rain poured down on her. The coolness of the wind and water made her skin oversensitive, her hands and the droplets washing over her was as incredible a feeling as she’d ever known.
Kitty’s hands followed water down the length of her body, smoothing it into her dancers’ legs. The torrent beat against her back, splattering off her and onto the wooden balcony. Kitty didn’t notice as the rain felt like a thousand random fingers massaging her back. Kitty rose as she washed the inside of her legs. Her slick fingers played in the wild patch of hair between her legs. A shiver of pleasure crested over her like a wave. She felt pure, elemental. Air and water combine, invigorating every fiber of her being.

“Its amazing!” Kitty cried into the night. She looked to Ororo. Kitty froze. The goddess stood undaunted. Water beaded on her earthy skin and flowed between her perfect breasts in rivulets. Her white hair flapped in the wind as the rain beat against her in sheets. Ororo didn’t seem to notice. She stood impassive at the storm. Her white eyes illuminate the darkness. Her gaze was fixed. Kitty still didn’t move. Kitty had frozen in place because those white eyes seem to stare right through her. “Ororo?”

Ororo didn’t respond. Kitty wiped the rain from her eyes. Ororo’s mouth hung open. Finally she spoke.
“Kitten, I never realized how much you’ve grown.” Her voice was almost lost in the rain, but Kitty read her lips. “How beautiful you’ve become.”

Kitty was taken aback. “You think I’m beautiful?”

Ororo didn’t say anything. She just stared at Kitty. This woman Kitty had idolized for so long thought she was beautiful? Kitty had never hidden her hero worship of Storm. Her strength, her grace, her confidence, her compassion, there was so much to admire about Ororo Munroe. Her physical beauty seemed only a projection of her inner self. ‘She thinks I’m beautiful? Me!’ Kitty melts. No one had ever looked at her the way Ororo did now. Peter had looked at her with love. This was completely different.

Kitty combed back her hair with her fingers, the action trusting her chest forward. Ororo stared. Kitty’s hands continued washing her breasts in small circles. Ororo stared. Kitty played with her nipples, which were big in comparison to her smallish breasts. Ororo stared. Kitty became enthralled with the sensation, not the feeling of touching herself, but of being watched. Ororo stared. Kitty’s rain soaked fingers caressed the brunette tangle between her legs. Ororo stared. Kitty’s fingertip finds the warm nub amid the cool water. Kitty stared back at Ororo’s unblinking gaze.

In the end there was no fighting it.

Lightning flashed as they crashed into each other. Their lips met, desperately tasting what they’d never know before. Their tongues hungrily find the other. Their hands roll over each other like storm clouds over the horizon. The taller Ororo leans over Kitty, engulfing her in her embrace. White and black skin press together, brunette and white hair fluttered wildly in the wind. The cool rain turns to steam from the heat between them. Ororo lifted the smaller woman in her arms as thunder roared across the sky. She set her down on the balcony railing, sucking the rainfall off Kitty’s neck. Kitty groped her breast, standing Ororo up and drawing the licorice nipple into her mouth. Lightning struck. Kitty’s free hand slid down the slick expanse of Ororo’s tight abdomen and tugged on the trimmed hair below. Ororo moaned as Kitty touched her clit for the first time. Thunder drowned out her passionate wail as Kitty suckled and strummed. The monsoon poured over them both.

“So beautiful…” the goddess cried.

Ororo pulled Kitty’s hair, jerking her head back. Roughly she shoved her tongue in to Kitty’s mouth. The power, the force of the storm aroused them to heights of passion undreamed. Kitty spread her legs and drew her close, feeling the hot flesh of Ororo’s tight belly against her sopping sex. She broke the kiss and bit her on the neck. The pain made her hold on tighter.

Kitty lost all control. Her lips found their way to Ororo’s ear. “Take me…” she luridly whispered, “…Goddess.” The rest of her prayer was cut off by a kiss.

Ororo wrapped her arms under Kitty’s “Take you?” Ororo spoke between passionate kisses. “I shall.” Warm air swirled around them. As they embraced the whirlwind picked up speed. Kitty felt herself being lifted from the railing. Ororo took her into the sky, to ride the winds.

To be continued…