Primal Urges

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Part Eighteen (Section 2)

After a little while, Logan notices that there is no noise from the living room, so he finishes putting away the groceries and looks for her. “’Ro?” he calls, but gets no answer. A little worried, he heads upstairs and sees her stretched out on the bed, snoring softly. Smiling, he gently takes her jacket off to let her get more comfortable in the middle of the bed…taking off his jacket to join her. Lying down beside her, he wraps his arm around her waist…pulling her close and closing his eyes. It doesn’t take long for him to join her.



Ororo’s eyes slowly open a couple of hours later…the sun still shining in the sky. She looks up at the clock on the table and it says 4:23…she tries to lift, but a heavy weight is against her waist. Turning around, she looks into the sleeping visage of her handsome mate…kissing him lightly to wake him up. His eyes pop open and he smiles, “Have a nice nap?”

“Yes, but I didn’t expect to fall asleep…this bed is very cozy…” she replies as she stretches. Logan’s eyes light up when she says this…his mind imagining how he can show her the levels of comfort in this bed. Mentally shaking himself, he kisses her and gets up, “I wanna show ya’ around…feel like a walk?”

“Sure…love to.” She says as she jumps up to grab her jacket. They head downstairs and outside to a small path beside the house. Logan takes her hand, leading her down into a dark pathway. It’s not a creepy sort of walkway, but she does feel a little uneasy. As they walk along, she can see various forms of wildlife around her and she starts to relax…feeling more at ease with herself and the surroundings. Off in the distance she can hear the faint sounds of running water, “How far do we have to go?” she asks.

“Don’t worry, we’re almost there,” he reassures her.

She smirks, “I don’t know if I can handle any more surprises from you today!”

Laughing, he leads her out into a small lagoon area, complete with a waterfall. Her jaw drops at the surrealist scene in front of her…the picture too beautiful to believe. She walks over to the water and bends down…she can feel the heat from it.

“This is a hot spring?” she asks and he smiles, “Yeah, my little secret place.”

She stands, “This is breathtaking…everything is breathtaking here…” The beautiful windrider wraps her arms around herself, overwhelmed with emotion, “Thank you for sharing it with me,” she whispers and her expression softens as she continues to stare at the scene in front of her…her heart swelling with love for the man that has opened his world to her.

The beast within him growls, his need growing…his body hardening with all the explicit plans he has for her. Logan moves over to her stealthly, bending to smell her neck…his breath tickling her. Ororo lets her head fall back against him as his lips follow…gently nipping the smooth skin. He gently removes her jacket, letting it fall to the ground as he switches sides to lick lightly over his mark. She stands motionless as his hands slide down her sides, around her waist, and back up to cup her breasts. A soft moan escapes her as her hands cover his, rubbing the joints where those lethal claws are hidden…a corresponding growl coming from him. Logan needs to touch her, so he slides his hands under her sweater to feel along her warm skin…pushing the sweater up and around her head to toss it in the grass. The feral bites down on her again as he unfastens the front clasp of her bra…letting her generous breasts fall out into his hands.

“Mmmmm…” she moans, pressing herself into those large hands…her head rolling around on his shoulder. His fingers play with the hardening tips, flicking them back and forth…causing her to rub her body against his.

She turns around and pierces him with desire-glazed eyes, “I need to feel you, mpenzi…” she whispers as she quickly unfastens the flannel shirt he’s wearing.

Once the buttons are undone, she runs her hands over the softly matted hair on his muscled chest…carefully caressing each muscle and sinew. Ororo bends to take a nipple in her mouth, pulling on it with her teeth…then licking it to soothe the wound. Logan runs his hands in her hair, caressing her scalp…purring deep in his throat as her lips move to the next one.

Ororo lifts her gaze back to his…drinking in the lust and desire that is rolling off him in waves. His hands run down her back and to her pants, unfastening them so he can slide them with her underwear to the ground. She steps out of her shoes and pants, her body gleaming in the sunlight. Those hazel eyes of his darken as his gaze slowly takes in her beauty; her high cheekbones, slender neck, sensual curves and full breasts. The feral growl gets louder as his eyes are drawn to her silvery white mound at the apex of her thighs. His manhood stiffens and his hands clench…the lovemaking they had done earlier in the gazebo was more of a serious tease than to actually ease the hunger inside him…now, he has to let it loose, but he’s afraid. The intensity of these feelings are pushing the beast to emerge in full splendor…he could frighten her away. With a strength born of years of torment, he fights the beast down…pulling her closer to him by her hips, her heaving chest touching his body lightly.

Ororo’s body melts…her juices flowing easily from her as that minute contact drives her wild. The light touches of his hair against the most sensitive parts of her body have her moaning wantonly. “Logan…mpenzi…ahhhh, Goddess…I need you, I want you so badly…” she moans wildly. Her hands grip his arms tightly; her body sways with the waves of emotion hitting her. Eagerly, her hands work at his pants and underwear…quickly dropping them to the ground with hers. He kicks out of them, his boots flying somewhere by the trees.

“Come with me, darlin’…” Logan coaxes as he moves over to the water’s edge to step in. Ororo follows, her eyes plastered on the gorgeous body wading in the luxurious water. As she steps in, her eyes close as the heat from the spring just adds to her arousal. His nose twitches with her scent rising up to him…his beast is now beyond the point of control, breaking through those self imposed barriers. Logan tries desperately to clamp a hold on him, but those scents…her intoxicating presence has him over the edge.

“Darlin’…ya’ have ta’ forgive me, I don’t know how long I can…I don’t know if I can…” he stammers as she wraps herself around him.

“What is it? What’s wrong?”

He turns to her and she steps back a bit…the heat in his eyes burning her down to her soul. He wants her…no, needs her like a dying beast needs water. Logan is no longer in control…the beast known as Wolverine is rushing forward to claim his mate, and the thought both scares and excites her. He sees the moment of fear in her gaze so he turns away, “I don’t wan’cha ta’ be scared of me, but darlin’…I’ve never felt this strong about anyone, never wanted ta’ become a part of someone so much that I know I’d die if I couldn’t.”

Those stricken eyes turn back around to her, his hands trembling as he pulls her back to him, “I need ta’ be inside ya’…need ta’ have ya’ wrappin’ me in that sexy heat of yers. I can’t keep him back…he’s comin’ out and I don’t wan’cha ta’ think…”

She kisses his eyelids as she finishes his thought, “That you were being like Creed? Logan, you have done nothing to make me think that…” Her hands slide down his arms, taking hold of his hands before they make their way back up to his shoulders. She continues her exploration by taking her hands down his chest and moving them torturously to the part of him crying out for her attention. As the weather goddess takes hold of him, stroking the thick shaft sensually, she says, “I know who is making love to me…I know whose enticing body enters me with a love as powerful as his stroke. Mpenzi, don’t be afraid…let him loose...” she breathes in his ear.

“Give me the Wolverine…he is welcome…”

A strangled growl escapes him as Logan takes her lips in a brutal kiss…his hands grasping her ass in a desperate grip. His tongue hungrily strokes hers as she tries her best to just hang on…her own primal emotions coming to the forefront. The water around them seems to heat up with the passion that they are displaying. He breaks the kiss, whispering, “Are ya’ sure?”

His Nubian goddess bites his neck hard, drawing blood as a sound resembling a growl comes from her. She pushes him back against the rock wall just beside the waterfall and continues to kiss him frantically…her hormones in overdrive. Wolverine answers, flipping them around so that she is against the wall…her back to his front. He bites her neck, licking each place he nips her…his hands kneading her breasts sensually. Experienced fingers grab the hardened tips, rubbing them between the fingertips as he grinds against her. Ororo can feel the strong thickness of him against her lower back…her dripping core pleading for him to impale her.

“Logan…Wolverine, please…I need it, give it to me…please!” she begs, her ass rubbing against him as if to mark him with her scent. He takes it…lifting one of her legs to prop it up against some rocks to give him better access. Her arms are held in place by his against the rock wall as he pushes against her…one hand reaching down to guide himself into her.

“NOW!!!!” she screams as the Wolverine plunges into her, sheathing himself to the hilt. He rests against her as he catches his breath…but she pushes back against him, making his shaft going even deeper. The silken heat of her sheath is burning away every last bit of humanity he has left...

“’RO!” he roars as he starts to thrust maniacally in her…his hands pulling her hips back a little so he can have a better angle. His manhood slides back and forth…the friction sending little shocks through his nerves as she meets him with each thrust. Ororo is mindless with pleasure…her body feeling every plunge, every caress…hearing every grunt and growl he makes as he pistons deep within her.

“Yes, mpenzi…yes! So good, ah Goddess…so good…” she croons breathlessly as one large hand takes hold of her breast, bringing her body back against him as his driving force becomes harder…sharper with intensity. A light sheen of sweat covers his body…his gaze watching his shaft disappear and reappear from her core. He can feel her tremble; can see her hands rip at the rock wall as pleasure builds from where they’re joined. Wolverine growls again as he whispers in her ear, “Set ‘er free, darlin’…let loose Storm!”

“Ahhhhhh!” she screams, her eyes turning a shining white as the heavens open with lightning strikes and rumbling thunder. Her face contorts into something so beautiful, he can’t describe it…but he can feel her power emanating from where they’re joined…can feel it send streaks of electricity from her into his aching shaft. Howling, he pounds harder…his lips kissing her neck before fiercely sinking his fangs into the lower part of her neck…marking her again, this time holding on as he drives mercilessly into her. Storm throws her head back…her jumbled plea of Swahili and English incoherent, but both know instinctively what she means. He pulls back as he feels her walls quiver…not wanting to send her over yet. Wolverine withdraws so he can tease her some more…build her arousal to a point that even she can’t control.

The near delirious goddess has only a moment to react as he whips her around and places her on the rocks, with him kneeling down in the water to taste her as he so wants to. Hungrily, he dives in…taking the engorged bud in his teeth, rubbing it gently between them. Storm’s hands grab his head, her legs trying to encircle his neck, but he holds them open…wide enough so that he has full access to the entrance that had his shaft so lovingly within its grasp a few moments ago. His tongue trades places with his shaft now, entering and withdrawing with the same fevering intensity as before.

“That’s it, koibito…give me everything…drown me in yer storm, darlin’…” Wolverine huskily tells her as he bites her nub again, causing her to plead for release. But again, he feels her getting close to that point again…abruptly stopping once more, needing to build her peak to beyond explosive. Frustrated with the game of being left on the edge, the storm goddess grabs him…throwing Wolverine back against the shore, making him lie back on the soft grass with his feet dangling in the water. Storm only knows that she needs him to give her release, but wants to tease him as bad as he has been teasing her.

“Enough of this…” she groans as she turns around…placing her womanhood on his face as she takes his ever-growing shaft into her mouth, her tongue running wickedly over his swollen head.

Storm starts sucking mercilessly on him, making his eyes roll back in his head
as he takes his tongue to run it completely inside her…flicking her bud teasingly. The agonized moans coming from her tells him of the unbearable pitch of her need, so he grabs her hips to press her further into his mouth as she takes her hand to caress and play with his tightened sac while her mouth slides up and down his shaft…tasting the sweet essence of him that leaks out each time she draws back. Wolverine’s control slips completely now…not wanting her to take it from him this way. He throws her off him, having her land in a puddle of mud as he climbs between her legs. Growling fiercely, he lifts her legs to place one on each shoulder as he plunges into her again, bringing forth a shrill scream from her.

Completely past any reason or thought, the feral pounds into his mate…his excited growls arousing her to no ends. The weather goddess has not stopped her storm…actually rejoicing in it…letting him feel the power she has at her command. Her body slides back and forth in the warm mud as she rubs her hands in it to bath him in it…to let him feel the pureness of the earth and nature around them, blessing them with this culmination of their deepest love and devotion.

The warm feeling of the mud smeared all over his back and sides drives Wolverine into a frenzy…his body pistoning her harder into the soft earth, feeling her slick body slide back and forth under him. His lips take those hardened nipples again…needing to taste her sweetness as his engorged manhood is drowning within her. Wolverine takes one of his hands and picks up a handful of the sensual mud…running it along the length of her extended leg as he watches his shaft disappear in her, a garbled groan leaving his throat.

“Ummmm, mpenzi…” she moans as more and more mud is applied to the both of them. The warmth of the spring is making the earth an aphrodisiac…their hands making it an integral part of their lovemaking as Storm’s back arches high off the ground.

“Yes, Wolverine…harder, yes….uhhh…..AHHHHHHHHH!” she cries out as his teeth move up to take her neck once more, her blood flowing down to mingle in the earth they are now joining themselves with.

He breaks away, needing to convey what’s in his soul, his voice husky, “Koibito, dear God…ya’ feel so fuckin’ incredible…I love ya’…do ya’ know how much I love ya’…” His body jerks as his shaft thickens with the oncoming eruption. The Wolverine grits his teeth as he gasps out, “I can’t….oh God…”

A climax so unbelievably powerful starts to take him over. Storm wraps her arms around him, feeling as if she has to anchor herself…otherwise she will fall into some blissful abyss somewhere.

“Logan, Wolverine…Goddess, mpenzi…help me…” she mewls.

“I’m here, darlin’…Watashi to issho ni kite kudasai, koibito…”

The handsome feral is consumed by the exquisite storm as he thrusts deep inside her one last time…rearing back to howl to the skies. The climax is indescribable; the flood of his seed flows deep into her womb, sending her over the edge again and again. The snowy-haired woman screams until she can’t form any kind of coherent sound anymore, while his fangs gleam in the dimming sunlight…his roar startling some birds into flight that were resting peacefully in the trees above. Not even the waterfall can cover up the echoing sounds of intense pleasure that the embracing couple emit into the tranquil setting. The storm overhead subsides…the thunder and lightning dissipates as she slowly comes back to her senses…wherever they may be at the time.

Exhausted, the feral is able to regain control and Logan drops to his forearms…keeping his weight off of her as he tries to remember what day this is. He looks down to see her laying in a mud bath, barely breathing with her eyes fluttering shut. Her breath is erratic, her chest rising and falling with her exertion.

Logan smiles at the peaceful look on her face…she accepted Wolverine, wanted him as much as he wanted her. He kisses her longingly…her arms coming up to wrap around his neck. The goddess Storm retreats as her eyes regain their azure appearance…with her sweetly returning each kiss with a smile, “Mpenzi…” she murmurs.

“Koibito...” is the husky reply. Logan gingerly lifts up, bringing her with him…the both of them covered in mud. He smirks, “I think we need ta’ take advantage of that waterfall…”

She giggles, “I agree…” and she wades over to the crashing water to clean off. The water is cool, but refreshing as it pounds against her love-drugged body. She pushes her hair off her face to see Logan join her as she rubs her hands across his mud-covered chest.

“It looks as if we were mud-wrestling.” Ororo says as he takes his hands to run them through her hair.

“Have ta’ make sure that we get all this off…no need ta’ find mud in places we don’t wanna!” She laughs as her hands steadily rinse the mud off of him…his hands doing pretty much the same thing to her. They gently caress each other as the water falls around them…keeping themselves pretty well controlled as even this impromptu shower is sending their hormones over that edge again.

“It’s getting dark…do ya’ wanna go back now?” he asks, pulling her into his arms. She kisses his healing wound as she says, “I want to stay here a little while…this feels so wonderful, especially being here with you.” Logan smiles as he pulls her over to the other edge of the lagoon along a smoother rock-face, keeping her tight against his chest. The Nubian beauty snuggles against his shoulder, absently caressing his chest as she sighs. A quiet moment passes…“Do we have to go back? Can we not stay here?” she asks softly.

Logan chuckles and she feels the rumble in his chest, “As much as I would love ta’, we’re gonna have ta’ eventually get back ta’ the house…” One hand slides wickedly across her breast, “…but I do intend ta’ make the most of our time here.”

“And how would that be?” she asks seductively, letting her hand be wicked as well. The feral grabs her hand before she can wrap it around his rapidly stiffening manhood.

“We can warm up this water again…” he says sexily as he turns her around until her back is against the rocks. The lower part of his body grinds against hers while she raises her leg to wrap around his waist…pressing herself into his groin.

“Oh Goddess, Logan…you have become such an addiction to me, something I can’t live without. I wonder if there is a Wolverine rehab?” she jokes as he grasps her head to kiss her hungrily. Her leg rises higher in answer as she grips the back of his head to deepen the kiss…her calf caressing his ass. His hand slides along her thigh as he sucks on her breasts again…her body leaning back as he slides his silken staff into her hot center again, pushing deep and thrusting hard.

“If there is such a thing…yer never goin’!” he murmurs finally.

Ororo’s breath catches as she hangs on to him, feeling him touch the very center of her. Her pants mixed with his grunts comingle with the natural sounds of the waterfall and creatures around them…some stopping their nightly forage to listen to the beautiful sounds of lovemaking. Logan lifts her other leg to have her wrap him within her…able to hold her easily as he sinks deep inside her. For a brief moment, the thought that they could create a life born of this remarkable love they share fills her…but she squelches that dream, knowing that it can never be. The weather goddess kisses her mate, tears falling down her cheeks at the imagined loss…and Logan takes notice. He looks at her, slowing his stroke to find out why she is upset.

“’Ro, darlin’…are ya’ okay?”

Panting, she replies, “Yes…Logan, I…” but the tears fall harder. His body protesting the action, he stops…leaving himself within her, but worried about her sadness. He tilts her face to his, “Please talk ta’ me…am I hurtin’ ya’?”

“No…Logan, I…I would love so much to give you a child, but I can’t…” Logan kisses her again, “I know what they told ya’ about Stryker’s plans did somethin’ to ya’…I know that ya’ would’ve moved heaven and earth ta’ take care of our child if they were able ta’ inseminate ya’, but ya’ were right ta’ say that things are done fer a reason. This is not the right time fer us, koibito…we’ll know when it is…”

She moves on him, drawing him deeper inside, “But, something like this should be shared, mpenzi…something this pure should be exulted in…”

Logan smiles as he tells her in a silky voice, “We’ll do it every time we’re together…” he starts to press into her again as he finishes, “…and every single time I slide deep inside ya’…feelin’ ya’ grip me as ya’ climax…”

Those overwhelming sensations come back, and she joins him in their primitive dance once again. Soon, they are lost in that special world they have created for themselves…ending in another exquisite explosion that leaves them both delirious and shouting their joy to the heavens. As they come back to Earth, she caresses his cheek, “Ninakupenda, Logan…”

“As I adore you, Ororo…” he whispers against her lips. The water falling beside them is a soothing sound for them to rest to…so he leads them out of the water to a soft, grassy patch just in front of the trees.

“C’mere, darlin’…” he says as he lies down. Ororo rests in front of him…the steam from the spring warming the air around them. She lets her gaze take in his muscular body; covered lightly in the softest black hair and is absolutely magnificent.

“You’re so beautiful…I have always been in awe of how truly beautiful you are…” she whispers softly as she slides her body against his, the soft hair tickling her gently. Logan kisses her, “And I have always considered ya’ a goddess; not just in looks, but in stature…the most exotically stunning woman I’ve ever been lucky enough to see, let alone have be my mate…mai koishii meito.”

She grins as she settles against his shoulder, closing her eyes.

Logan sighs, “Rest, darlin’…we’re safe here.”

He feels her hand rest gently on his chest as her breathing starts to fall into an easy rhythm…his heartbeat lulling her to sleep. Logan stays awake…watching over her as the sun slowly dips in the horizon, placing a dimmer light on their sanctuary.