The RainBow Connection.
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X-men Comics › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
9
Views:
4,167
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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I do not own X-Men comics, or any of the characters from it. I make no money from from the writing of this story.
Chapter 3:Pour Some Sugar on Me
Disclaimer- I don’t own the X Men
Disclaimer- I don’t own the X Men. I do, however, own this bag
of Ruffles, and I’m not sharing! Ha Ha Ha Ha!
Chapter 3
Pour Some Sugar on Me!
Skylar stared at herself in the mirror pleased that after six
months of looking anorexic, her body was finally starting to look normal. Well
as normal as a girl with reptilian black blue wings coming out of her back can
look. She stared at the extra appendage in disgust. ~ Ick vile things if it wasn’t for you I wouldn’t have been locked up
in that damn attic for five years. ~ Quickly she pushed this thought out of
her head determined not to dwell on such depressing subjects. ~ I’ve got some toe shoes a new leotard and
the Professors permission to dance. Dog gonnit that’s just what I’m going to do!
~
Thumpthumpthumpthump She looked up surprised that
someone was about to invade her personal space. The knock upon her door
confirmed this fact. She opened the door apprehensively, but when she saw who
the intruder, she could not help the shy grin which march onto her lips.
“Piotr, “she yelped happily at the young
man who was now occupying her doorway. The only person, besides the Professor
whom she felt comfortable with, in fact she actually felt more comfortable with
him then with Professor Xavier. He was just so kind to her, always acting like
the protective big brother.
It took Piotr a
moment to recover from the sight of Skylar. She stood before him in a skin
tight unitard, low cut in the back to accommodate her mutant accessories, her
long unruly ringlets in a bun some rebellious light strands falling into her
eyes , a pair of matching toe shoes in hand. For a moment he remembered how she
had looked when she had first been discovered by Professor Xavier. For five
years, ever since her wings had manifested at 13 her mother had locked her
inside an attic. When Cerebro had located her, she had been had been half
starved and injected with some sort of sedative drug. Lying on her bed as if
waiting to die, this probably would have happened if not for the rescue from
Lagan and Professor Xavier. It had taken her weeks to shrug off the sedative which,
Dr. McCoy had speculated she had been forced to take for at least a couple of
years, only two months ago she had been able to walk. Now she looked vibrant
and healthy and….pretty. She looked very very pretty.
“What…. what’s the
matter Piotr?” She whispered apparently uncomfortablder der his worshipful
gaze. Piotr shook his head and held out the ice cream which he had gotten for
her. She grabbed the cone excited at the prospect of her favorite treat. Falling to the floor, she began to devour it
with relish. Piotr watched her swirling tongue entranced, embarrassed to admit
that he had not just gotten the cone so that she could have a nice treat. As she
sighed a soft,”mmmmmm” and
sucked on the top, Piotr had to fight not to let out the longing groan which
was lodged in his throat. He bit his lip, wishing he could get the same
enthusiastic treatment.
Much to the
disappointment of both youngsters the cone was finished quickly.
“Thank you, “Skylar
whispered after wiping off her lips.
“So um, “the tin
man inquired trying to push the thought of her wiping her lips after something
not quiet so innocent out of his mind,” are those new?” She nodded
enthusiastically.
“Yeah the Professor
thinks that it’s ok for me to start practicing again, um Piotr can I ask you a
question?”
“Da, what is it
Skylark?”
“Um well it’s been a
long time since I have danced and I need to be stretched badly, so um could you
stretch me? “
Piotr’s eyes widened
in surprise, this would involve touching, if she was going to allow him to
touch her it must be important if she was going to let him touch her.
“Da, of course Skylark
I would be y toy to help.” His eyes became even larger as she lay down on her
back and lifted up her right leg for him to take. With shaking fingers he
grasped it.
She shuddered a
little, obviously afraid of the large man looming so close over her, but she
forced herself to ignore it.
“Ok now push it
backwards as far as it will go.” Piotr
followed her request, trying to slow his quickening breathing as Skylar’s face
grimaced in ecstasy, her back arching pushing out her now pleasireasreasts.
“Ahhhhh God you don’t
know goodgood that feels!” She moaned softly as he stretched her as much as he
could. ~Oh yes I do Skylark! ~ He
thought as his crotched continued to brush against her leg.
As he stretched her
other leg it was becoming more and more difficult for him not to pin her, tear
off her cloths and satisfy himself. The only thought
which kept him sane was the fact that though for any other girl this would
probably be a cruel form of seduction, she had no idea of what she was doing to
him. Her teenage captivity had kept her totally innocent; the bad thing was
this fact was also a turn on for poor Piotr. As quickly as she told him she was
done stretching, he took his last bit of self control and ran out of her room,
hoping desperately she would not take the action the wrong way.
Disclaimer- I don’t own the X Men. I do, however, own this bag
of Ruffles, and I’m not sharing! Ha Ha Ha Ha!
Chapter 3
Pour Some Sugar on Me!
Skylar stared at herself in the mirror pleased that after six
months of looking anorexic, her body was finally starting to look normal. Well
as normal as a girl with reptilian black blue wings coming out of her back can
look. She stared at the extra appendage in disgust. ~ Ick vile things if it wasn’t for you I wouldn’t have been locked up
in that damn attic for five years. ~ Quickly she pushed this thought out of
her head determined not to dwell on such depressing subjects. ~ I’ve got some toe shoes a new leotard and
the Professors permission to dance. Dog gonnit that’s just what I’m going to do!
~
Thumpthumpthumpthump She looked up surprised that
someone was about to invade her personal space. The knock upon her door
confirmed this fact. She opened the door apprehensively, but when she saw who
the intruder, she could not help the shy grin which march onto her lips.
“Piotr, “she yelped happily at the young
man who was now occupying her doorway. The only person, besides the Professor
whom she felt comfortable with, in fact she actually felt more comfortable with
him then with Professor Xavier. He was just so kind to her, always acting like
the protective big brother.
It took Piotr a
moment to recover from the sight of Skylar. She stood before him in a skin
tight unitard, low cut in the back to accommodate her mutant accessories, her
long unruly ringlets in a bun some rebellious light strands falling into her
eyes , a pair of matching toe shoes in hand. For a moment he remembered how she
had looked when she had first been discovered by Professor Xavier. For five
years, ever since her wings had manifested at 13 her mother had locked her
inside an attic. When Cerebro had located her, she had been had been half
starved and injected with some sort of sedative drug. Lying on her bed as if
waiting to die, this probably would have happened if not for the rescue from
Lagan and Professor Xavier. It had taken her weeks to shrug off the sedative which,
Dr. McCoy had speculated she had been forced to take for at least a couple of
years, only two months ago she had been able to walk. Now she looked vibrant
and healthy and….pretty. She looked very very pretty.
“What…. what’s the
matter Piotr?” She whispered apparently uncomfortablder der his worshipful
gaze. Piotr shook his head and held out the ice cream which he had gotten for
her. She grabbed the cone excited at the prospect of her favorite treat. Falling to the floor, she began to devour it
with relish. Piotr watched her swirling tongue entranced, embarrassed to admit
that he had not just gotten the cone so that she could have a nice treat. As she
sighed a soft,”mmmmmm” and
sucked on the top, Piotr had to fight not to let out the longing groan which
was lodged in his throat. He bit his lip, wishing he could get the same
enthusiastic treatment.
Much to the
disappointment of both youngsters the cone was finished quickly.
“Thank you, “Skylar
whispered after wiping off her lips.
“So um, “the tin
man inquired trying to push the thought of her wiping her lips after something
not quiet so innocent out of his mind,” are those new?” She nodded
enthusiastically.
“Yeah the Professor
thinks that it’s ok for me to start practicing again, um Piotr can I ask you a
question?”
“Da, what is it
Skylark?”
“Um well it’s been a
long time since I have danced and I need to be stretched badly, so um could you
stretch me? “
Piotr’s eyes widened
in surprise, this would involve touching, if she was going to allow him to
touch her it must be important if she was going to let him touch her.
“Da, of course Skylark
I would be y toy to help.” His eyes became even larger as she lay down on her
back and lifted up her right leg for him to take. With shaking fingers he
grasped it.
She shuddered a
little, obviously afraid of the large man looming so close over her, but she
forced herself to ignore it.
“Ok now push it
backwards as far as it will go.” Piotr
followed her request, trying to slow his quickening breathing as Skylar’s face
grimaced in ecstasy, her back arching pushing out her now pleasireasreasts.
“Ahhhhh God you don’t
know goodgood that feels!” She moaned softly as he stretched her as much as he
could. ~Oh yes I do Skylark! ~ He
thought as his crotched continued to brush against her leg.
As he stretched her
other leg it was becoming more and more difficult for him not to pin her, tear
off her cloths and satisfy himself. The only thought
which kept him sane was the fact that though for any other girl this would
probably be a cruel form of seduction, she had no idea of what she was doing to
him. Her teenage captivity had kept her totally innocent; the bad thing was
this fact was also a turn on for poor Piotr. As quickly as she told him she was
done stretching, he took his last bit of self control and ran out of her room,
hoping desperately she would not take the action the wrong way.