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X-men Comics › Threesomes/Moresomes
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
14
Views:
4,550
Reviews:
8
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own the X-Men or the characters herein. The only ones I do own will be the characters that are not in the comics. I write these stories for my own twisted pleasure and relief and make no money from this. Please do not sue.
Taking Her To Heaven?
Warnings: This chapter contains violence and rough sex between a man and a
woman. If this bothers you, please do not read this.
A/N: Yes, this will be a Lomy fic, with a bit of a twist. It's gonna be a
Lomyed...Logan/Remy/Creed, for those of you who have not read this story
before...but for now, the focus is on Creed.
Disclaimer: I do not own Victor, Remy or Logan, but I do own the girl who, at
the moment, is Victor's current victim. Stan Lee, Marvel and Disney own the
three men above. I make no money from writing this or any of my other stories.
When it was 1:15, Shirley finally got off of work, thankful that she would soon
be off of her feet. Her arms, back and feet were sore from all of the bussing
she'd been doing, but her tips had been wonderful. All she really wanted to do
was to collapse in a nice warm bed and sleep for three days. Only one thing
kept her going at the moment however. The strange, burly man that scared her,
but who had also promised to show her a good time.
She hadn't gotten laid in months and just the thought of being taken was enough
to make her weak in the knees...but the size of his hands. Good God, she
thought, her heart skipping a beat and her breathing becoming irregular. Those
hands were rough...and large. And she knew just how nice rough hands could feel
on a woman's body.
Walking slowly up to Victor's table, she smiled, a bit self-concious at the
moment. She knew she must look like hell...after all, she nearly worked up a
sweat and she must reek of beer and whiskey. The slight stench of cigarettes
still lingered on her but that didn't bother her much, her being an ex-smoker
herself.
Victor took in the view and smirked before standing up. Taking hold of her
shoulders, he pulled her into his arms and kissed her roughly, loving the fact
that she was groaning and returning the kiss. Oh...this was going to be so
easy, he thought to himself. "You ready to go darlin'?" he asked once he pulled
away.
She panted and had to grab hold of the table, catching her breath before she
spoke. "In a minute. I've got to grab my tips," she said softly, licking her
lips.
Victor nodded and smirked a bit. "Take yer time Shirley. I can wait."
She nodded again before she walked to the bar, thankful that she was able to
even reach it. Christ but Victor was a good kisser. Once she got her tips, she
nodded to him.
Coming over, he grabbed Shirley by the arm and helped her outside. "Wanna take
my car or yers?" he asked.
"Yours," she whispered, wanting, needing desperately. She wanted him and didn't
know why.
Nodding, Victor unlocked his car and helped her over, getting her settled in
before going to the driver's side. Once they were both strapped in and the heat
was on, he looked over. "Why don't ya take a nap on the way? It's only a 15
minute ride," he said softly.
She nodded and yawned before closing her eyes, letting the heat envelop her as
she fell asleep.
Victor shook his head and drove off, taking a side road off into the woods, just
a mile and a half past the X-Mansion. A minute later, he reached the cabin that
he'd been living in for the past few months. Shutting the car down, he woke her
up gently and undid her seat belt.
Shirley got out of the car and walked to the door, entering once Victor had the
door open. As soon as the door was closed, she turned to him and gasped when he
began kissing her roughly, hand sliding up her flat belly and gripping almost
painfully at her breast.
She whimpered and moaned, gasping again when he bit her neck. God this was
going to be a good night, she thought to herself as one hand gripped his bulky
arm and the other tangled into his hair. Her legs slid around his waist and he
carried her upstairs, ripping at her clothes and feasting on her flesh like a
starving man.
Victor growled softly as he felt her pulse leap and heard her gasps. This was
going to be a good night, he thought to himself as he threw her onto the bed.
Tearing away the skirt and thong, he fell to his knees and began sliding his
tounge up the slit and around her sensitive nub, nipping and teasing long,
unending moans from her.
Once he thought her wet enough, he stripped his clothes and came over top of
her, sliding inside of the tight, wet heat. He went hard and fast...something
they both appreciated.
When Victor saw that she was near, he grinned evilly and let his claws slide out
while he pressed his palm against her throat.
Her eyes had been closed, losing herself in the feeling of the hard rythm that
Victor had set...but they shot open as she felt his heavy hand wrapping around
her throat, sharp points pressing into her flesh.
She struggled and tried to breath, tried to scream...tried to do anything to get
the man off of her but to no avail. She was going to die.
Just as she was about to take her last breath, the door burst open and Logan and
Remy came into the room, Logan with his claws out and Remy with his bo extended,
eyes flaring with such intensity that the electricity crackled around the room.
(TBC...and you can write the fight scene if you want CeeCee)
woman. If this bothers you, please do not read this.
A/N: Yes, this will be a Lomy fic, with a bit of a twist. It's gonna be a
Lomyed...Logan/Remy/Creed, for those of you who have not read this story
before...but for now, the focus is on Creed.
Disclaimer: I do not own Victor, Remy or Logan, but I do own the girl who, at
the moment, is Victor's current victim. Stan Lee, Marvel and Disney own the
three men above. I make no money from writing this or any of my other stories.
When it was 1:15, Shirley finally got off of work, thankful that she would soon
be off of her feet. Her arms, back and feet were sore from all of the bussing
she'd been doing, but her tips had been wonderful. All she really wanted to do
was to collapse in a nice warm bed and sleep for three days. Only one thing
kept her going at the moment however. The strange, burly man that scared her,
but who had also promised to show her a good time.
She hadn't gotten laid in months and just the thought of being taken was enough
to make her weak in the knees...but the size of his hands. Good God, she
thought, her heart skipping a beat and her breathing becoming irregular. Those
hands were rough...and large. And she knew just how nice rough hands could feel
on a woman's body.
Walking slowly up to Victor's table, she smiled, a bit self-concious at the
moment. She knew she must look like hell...after all, she nearly worked up a
sweat and she must reek of beer and whiskey. The slight stench of cigarettes
still lingered on her but that didn't bother her much, her being an ex-smoker
herself.
Victor took in the view and smirked before standing up. Taking hold of her
shoulders, he pulled her into his arms and kissed her roughly, loving the fact
that she was groaning and returning the kiss. Oh...this was going to be so
easy, he thought to himself. "You ready to go darlin'?" he asked once he pulled
away.
She panted and had to grab hold of the table, catching her breath before she
spoke. "In a minute. I've got to grab my tips," she said softly, licking her
lips.
Victor nodded and smirked a bit. "Take yer time Shirley. I can wait."
She nodded again before she walked to the bar, thankful that she was able to
even reach it. Christ but Victor was a good kisser. Once she got her tips, she
nodded to him.
Coming over, he grabbed Shirley by the arm and helped her outside. "Wanna take
my car or yers?" he asked.
"Yours," she whispered, wanting, needing desperately. She wanted him and didn't
know why.
Nodding, Victor unlocked his car and helped her over, getting her settled in
before going to the driver's side. Once they were both strapped in and the heat
was on, he looked over. "Why don't ya take a nap on the way? It's only a 15
minute ride," he said softly.
She nodded and yawned before closing her eyes, letting the heat envelop her as
she fell asleep.
Victor shook his head and drove off, taking a side road off into the woods, just
a mile and a half past the X-Mansion. A minute later, he reached the cabin that
he'd been living in for the past few months. Shutting the car down, he woke her
up gently and undid her seat belt.
Shirley got out of the car and walked to the door, entering once Victor had the
door open. As soon as the door was closed, she turned to him and gasped when he
began kissing her roughly, hand sliding up her flat belly and gripping almost
painfully at her breast.
She whimpered and moaned, gasping again when he bit her neck. God this was
going to be a good night, she thought to herself as one hand gripped his bulky
arm and the other tangled into his hair. Her legs slid around his waist and he
carried her upstairs, ripping at her clothes and feasting on her flesh like a
starving man.
Victor growled softly as he felt her pulse leap and heard her gasps. This was
going to be a good night, he thought to himself as he threw her onto the bed.
Tearing away the skirt and thong, he fell to his knees and began sliding his
tounge up the slit and around her sensitive nub, nipping and teasing long,
unending moans from her.
Once he thought her wet enough, he stripped his clothes and came over top of
her, sliding inside of the tight, wet heat. He went hard and fast...something
they both appreciated.
When Victor saw that she was near, he grinned evilly and let his claws slide out
while he pressed his palm against her throat.
Her eyes had been closed, losing herself in the feeling of the hard rythm that
Victor had set...but they shot open as she felt his heavy hand wrapping around
her throat, sharp points pressing into her flesh.
She struggled and tried to breath, tried to scream...tried to do anything to get
the man off of her but to no avail. She was going to die.
Just as she was about to take her last breath, the door burst open and Logan and
Remy came into the room, Logan with his claws out and Remy with his bo extended,
eyes flaring with such intensity that the electricity crackled around the room.
(TBC...and you can write the fight scene if you want CeeCee)