Unchained Instinct ( Complete)

Chapter 30


Mystique touched down just outside the old factory and morphed back into herself. Her anger hadn’t dissipated, her failure to convince Kurt to hate Logan turning her anger to bitter rage. Examining her arm where Cyclop’s beam had caught her, Mystique smiled. The damage had disappeared with her transformation, healing as surely as Logan’s body healed itself.

Logan, you’ll suffer for my failure. You’ll suffer for Kurt’s love.

She stalked the twisting corridors, heading for the thick steel walled room where Logan hung helpless, her prisoner, her toy for as long as she enjoyed his pain...and that would be a very long time.

Unlocking the door, Mystique flicked on the lights she’d rigged up, their brightness filling the room then went to check the four corners of the room where she’d placed the probe blockers she’d obtained from one of the government’s techno facilities. All was in working order, keeping Charles’ and Jean’s nosy telepathy from getting to Logan...and Cerebro as well.

Logan stirred and through hair fallen into his face, he stared at her, breath coming hard.

“You’ve been torturing yourself again, Logan,” Mystique said, noting the fresh blood running down his arms and the raw skin around his ankles. “I really wish you’d wait for me before doing so.”

“Bitch.”

She sauntered forward, trying to calm her anger at her failure. “Well, all is done. Kurt hates you now. He’ll forget you soon enough.”

Logan’s dark gaze bore into Mystique’s and that shiver of fear ran down her spine in spite of the shackles and chains holding him. He stared and Mystique couldn’t seem to pull her gaze away. Then a little smile crept across Logan’s mouth and he let out a bark of a laugh.

“Yer a liar, Mystique. He didn’t believe you. Kurt figured ya out, didn’t he?”

Mystique’s trepidation turned to rage. She cocked back her hand and slammed a fist across that smirking mouth. But he just laughed.

“Kurt knows me better than anybody, sister. He knows I wouldn’t hurt him.”

“Shut up!” Mystique screamed and slammed another fist across Logan’s face.

Logan sniffed and coughed, blood running from his nose and mouth. But he just smiled at her through the blood and met her raging gaze with misplaced triumph.

Mystique stepped back, hands balled into fists. She had to get a hold of herself. She had the upper hand here and she was letting Logan manipulate her

Taking a calming breath, Mystique walked away, turning her back on Logan. With deliberate intent, she forced her fists open, working out the cramps she’d put there with her rage.

A new tactic was in order and Mystique tilted her head and smiled. Turning again, she faced Logan and sauntered closer.

“All right, fine,” she said. “Yes, Kurt figured it out. You have him wrapped around your finger. Kurt’s besotted with his misguided love for you, a little fool of a boy. I can hardly believe he’s my son some times.”

“Yeah, he can hardly believe it either, but it’s somethin’ he’s gotta live with,” Logan replied, spitting blood on the floor.

Mystique reached out and trailed her fingers across Logan’s cheek. Blood had begun to dry, layering the dried blood from her earlier assault. Logan jerked away, but Mystique caught his hair in a fist and let her fingers trail across his lips and chin.

“My, my, you need some cleaning up, don’t you? We can see to that right now.” She offered him a sly smile and saw a flicker of suspicion in his eyes. She walked away, letting her fingers stroke down his body as she went and gathered a bottle of water and a cloth from her array of supplies on the table. “But I think we need someone who’d make a fitting nursemaid, don’t you, Logan? Someone who’s always concerned about her fellow mutant.”

Mystique morphed, her hair turning a more somber red. Logan groaned and closed his eyes as Mystique walked towards him in the guise of Jean.

“Logan,” Mystique said in Jean’s voice, hand reaching out to caress his side. “Logan, I’ll take care of you.”

He opened his eyes, teeth gritted and Mystique saw in his gaze some apprehension though Logan would never admit it to anyone.

She wetted the cloth and set aside the bottle. Logan jerked back when she wiped the cloth across his face. “There’s no reason to be afraid, Logan. I’ll take care of you.”

Mystique wrapped an arm around Logan’s neck, her fingers holding his head still at the back of his head. “I’ve always wanted to touch you, Logan,” she whispered into his ear, tongue licking out. “I’ve always loved your fierceness, your animal virility. I just didn’t know how to tell you.”

A low growl came out and Logan’s body grew tense, muscles tight and hard with resistance. “Get offa me, Mystique,” he hissed. “I know yer not Jean. Do ya think...I’m so...stupid...I’d forget it’s you?”

Mystique pulled back and put on her best Jean expression, meeting Logan’s gaze. “I don’t think you’re stupid at all. You’re cunning like a fox. You’re handsome like a tiger. You’re strong like a bear. You’re everything that Scott’s not, Logan and I’m going to show you just how much I want you.”

“Stop it!” Logan snarled. “This is low even for you, Mystique!”

“Oh, but we’re just getting started,” she said in her own voice. “Don’t go all indignant on me now. They’ll be time enough later.”

A snarl of frustrated rage boiled out of Logan and Mystique laughed, letting her deep throated chuckle turn into Jean’s tickling light laugh.

She wiped his face clean of blood then snuggled close to him, hand running down his back and gripping his buttocks. Mystique pulled him close and ground her young lithe Jean body against his, kissing and nibbling his neck all the while.

Logan’s breath came hard through gritted teeth and flaring nostrils, a low growl dragging in and out with each breath. She felt his cock hardening in spite of his best efforts not to allow his body to react.

But then, men were men, their biological needs always getting the best of them, stimulation all that was necessary to get a rise out of them. Mystique knew men and Logan was no different...perhaps even more susceptible to physical contact than the average male.

Pulling back just a touch, Mystique smiled into Logan’s eyes and saw his hatred and loathing of her. A memory flashed in her mind of the same loathing in Kurt’s eyes, her son’s hatred stabbing deep. But Mystique hardened her heart to the betrayal and let her hand slide around to Logan’s side, stroking down to his cock.

He tried to jerk away from her with another snarl, but she gripped him and stroked, her mouth latching onto his neck, biting hard then sucking. He thrashed in her embrace, struggling against her and his own body’s weakness, but she held on, working him until she felt the rising of his orgasm, a snarling howl echoing around the room.

Slowly, Mystique unwound from Logan’s body and wiped her hand clean of his cum. Logan’s head was bent and his breath dragged in and out of him like a bellows.

Finally, he looked up, his gaze almost obscured by his hair. A snarl pulled at his mouth. “I’ll kill you...for this, bitch. I swear...I’ll kill you.”

His tone sent a wave of terror coursing through Mystique’s body, tingling in her arms and the cold breath of death tickled the hairs at the nape of her neck. She took a ragged breath of her own and forced a facade of calm.

She turned and melted into herself again, turning back to meet his gaze with exaggerated confidence. “You’ll never get that chance, my dear Logan.” Reaching, Mystique gripped Logan’s hair again, pulling his head back at an uncomfortable angle. “I’m not yet certain if I want to actually kill you or simply break you to the point of no return. Turn you into the animal you are, base needs all that concern you.”

“You’d better kill me,” Logan snarled at her. “Cause if you don’t, I’ll hunt you down and tear you ta pieces.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Mystique said, stroking a hand over his cock once more. “While I continue to enjoy your pain and humiliation for many long nights to come.”