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 4

They hung in the air like angels, lost in each other’s arms. How could anything be so perfect? The air was chill against her naked skin, but the arms that held her were warm. The arms of the Goddess, Ororo; she was as beautiful and mysterious as the night. The Moon was a silver eye that bore witness to what they’d shared. A gentle breeze twisted their long hair together, Kitty’s brown frolicking with Ororo’s white. She didn’t know. She didn’t care. She laid her ear against Ororo’s chest, listening to the heart, which beat steady, free, and strong. She could hear Ororo quietly breathing, every so often shuddering with the afterthought of orgasm. Everything was absolutely perfect.

“Kitten,” Ororo softly moaned, “Kitten…”

Katherine blushed. Her name was on the lips of this perfect woman. It just didn’t seem to fit, but she liked the sound of it anyway. Cautiously she looked up. Her hazel eyes met Ororo’s white.

“Kitten,” Ororo smiled down at her. “So beautiful…” Ororo kissed her sweetly on the lips. “So marvelous…” She pulled her closer, tongues playing in her mouth. “So wonderful…” Ororo lifted Kitty, kissing her softly on the neck.

Kitty was enthralled. The sensation of the lips on her neck, of Ororo’s hot and hard body against hers was more than enough to send her into renewed heights of excitement. “Oh, Goddess…” she moaned squeezing Ororo tightly with her legs, arms wrapping around her head, hands getting lost in her white tresses and pulling Ororo into her neck. The Goddess had chosen her.

Ororo breathed in the scent, young willing flesh for the taking. She felt the wetness against her hip and found herself wanting more. She bit the tender skin of Kitty’s neck, twisted the nipple of her small hard breast. A little groan escaped Kitty. Ororo approved of the reaction. She pinched the nipple tighter. Ororo licked and nipped at the neck, working her towards Kitty’s ear. Kitty titled her head to the side, offering her as much as she’d take. Ororo sucked her earlobe while fondling her chest. “Kitten…” the Goddess luridly whispered “…I want to make you purr…”

Ororo kissed her deeply, drawing Kitty’s tongue into her own mouth. She sucked it like she would a man, head rocking back and forth on its length. The unusual sensation surprised Kitty, but she did nothing to stop it. Ororo’s hands aggressively groped her intimate places. Her body held no secrets for the wanton weather witch. ‘Whatever you want,’ Kitty silently pledged, ‘I’m yours.’

She felt the sensation of sinking as Ororo lifted her roughly, yanking her left nipple into her mouth with her curled tongue. Ororo sucked hard, Kitty wrapped her legs around Ororo’s torso. Ororo gorged herself on Kitty’s breast, taking half of it into her mouth. Kitty gave a pained cry as Ororo sucked hard on her tit, flicking the erect nipple with her tongue. Keeping Kitty steady with one hand Ororo slipped the other underneath her tight ass.

“Ah…” Kitty yelped as Ororo touched her for the first time.

“So smooth…” Ororo complimented, as the women sank into the whitening cloud. “So soft. Like silk.” Ororo covered Kitty’s chest in tiny little kisses as her fingers twiddled Kitty’s snatch. Her entire body shuddered. The thought of Ororo touching her was almost orgasmic in itself. The Nubian Goddess actually doing it was unreal. Ororo seemed angelic, her white hair blending into the surrounding cloud.

From her aggressive foreplay Kitty thought Ororo would have just taken her, done what she wanted to do while the thunder raged across the sky. Now it was different. The storm had passed. A sweet summer rain fell from the sky, gently repairing the damage that the wind had done. Soothing.

They made eye contact. Kitty’s big hazel eyes met Ororo’s white. Ororo touched her gently, softly. Not pressing forward but not shying away. Kitty felt herself open, her sex elevated to a sense of readiness she’d never known before. Ororo entered her slowly. Kitty shuddered and moaned again, anticipation increasing her desire. Kitty’s smile widened as Ororo slid her fingers in all the way. Kitty rocked back and forth on them slightly, urging Ororo to increase her pace. Ororo did no such thing. Slow and steady she continued with her middle and index fingers. Kitty hugged Ororo’s head, rubbing her face into her white shock of hair. Those fingers continued their slow, relentless pace. Kitty felt Ororo’s lips on her bare skin, her free hand trying to nudge her upward.

“Kitten…”

Kitty refused to move, not wanting to let go of her white haired head or the fingers inside her.

“Kitten, you have to let go.” Ororo’s voice was clam, even and commanding all at once. Kitty let up a little, looking down and Ororo looking back up. “I want to taste you, Kitten.” Kitty leaned her head down, lips finding Ororo’s. “That was nice,” she spoke, letting the kiss linger. “But that wasn’t what I meant.”

Kitty pet her hair, “Its okay, you don’t have to.”

“I want to eat your pussy, Kitten,” Ororo burned with the fire of need, “Do not deny me.”

Kitty couldn’t suppress the questioning look. ‘Is she asking my permission?’

“So beautiful…” Ororo stared at what little of Kitty’s body she could she. “I know you could have anyone you wanted. I’m so honored you’ve chosen me.” Ororo looked at Kitty with nothing but earnest emotion in her eyes. “I know I’m not worthy but…”

Kitty silenced her with a kiss. It was all she could do to keep from laughing. For the life of her she would never have guessed this perfect woman had felt the exact same way she did. “Of course you can,” Kitty kissed her and released the death grip her legs had on her, “how could I say no to you?”

Ororo’s tongue licked a trail from the nape of Kitty’s neck to the brown tangle of hair between her legs. Kitty purred in contentment. Ororo sucked her clitoris, her tongue tracing little circles around it. Kitty growled in excitement. Ororo’s sped up the pace of her fingers, pushing and pulling, always filling her and finding the right spot. Kitty breathed heavier, her small bosom shook with every shuddering gasp. Ororo crossed her fingers. Kitty felt the orgasm build. Twisting in and out Ororo licked in time. Kitty quivered, melting in her arms yet coiling to explode. Heat build deep inside her. Ororo wouldn’t speed up. The fire built slowly, little by little it gained force. The world spun beneath her, far below she could see the lights of Westchester County. She shut her eyes. The sensation of wind, rain, Ororo’s fingers and tongue was all she needed to know. Any thing else was replace by the desperate need to come.

As the sun peaked over the horizon, Kitty came. Her back arched. Her toes curled. She reflexively convulsed. It was too intense. It had never been like this before. She didn’t climax all at once. She came for at least a full minuet. Ororo manipulated her sex inside and out. Kitty trembled. Ragged breaths racked her body. Ororo smiled.

A cloud crept in font of the sun. The sky grew overcast. Ororo held Kitty in her arms. Kitty clung to her, twitching in shell-shocked lust. At ground level fog rose. Morning mist fell, gently cleansing both lovers.
Ororo’s feet touched the wooden balcony. She stood cradling Kitty in her arms, increasing the heat and pulling the humidity from the air around them. Instantly they were dry.

Ororo carried her past the pile of clothing on the floor. Past the plants which filled her room with the scent of life. She lay her on the bed. Kitty’s naked skin was radiant in afterglow. Ororo crawled into bed, pulling the covers around them.

Kitty stirred, “Wait. ‘Ro I forgot about the Professor’s birthday breakfast.”

Ororo combed the hair away from Kitty’s face with her fingernails, “Don’t fret Kitten. He’ll never know. It was a surprise, remember?”

“But I…”

Ororo silenced her with a kiss. “Well I was one who got the surprise.” They both giggle knowingly, “Besides, its to late for that. If you really want to cook for him, wake me tomorrow morning.” Kitty snickered and reached out; Ororo opened her arms and received her warmly. “Sleep now Child, tomorrow is another day.”