Need

Chapter 4

Logan woke up with a twitch. His eyes fluttered open, and he found himself hyperventilating, covered with his own sweat. He had extracted his claws while sleeping, but retracted them reflexively when he woke up.

Panting, he leaned back again. Another nightmare, but he couldn’t remember anything. Only that it had been terrible. It always was, anyway.

The room was dark, so it was still night. Logan knew he couldn’t go back to sleep after this, so he had to try focusing on something else. He glanced at the bed to see if Mystique was still sleeping. She was, and it sounded like she was sleeping soundly.

He slowly got up from the couch, and started walking in her direction. Mystique was sleeping on her belly, with her blue face buried in the pillow, very much asleep, breathing slowly and soundly. The sheet that covered her body had slipped down to her waist, starting just above the curve of her buttocks.

Logan just stood by the bed for a while, watching the sleeping woman, but then he reached out his hand, as to touch her, and it it a few inches above her back. Her skin looked soft, despite the scales, and he wanted to touch her, feel her body under his hands. He passed his hand upwards, until it hovered above her head. Her hair had to be dry now, but it was still muddled. She somehow appeared more human now, asleep with muddled hair, than otherwise.

Of course she wasn’t human – neither of them was, but they were both people with emotions and feelings, just like normal human beings, and Logan now felt he wanted to touch this strange, blue-skinned woman.

Very gently Logan let his fingertips brush Mystique’s shoulder. Her skin felt warm and dry, not cold and slimy like a fish, like Logan had believed the first time he saw her. He grew bolder and rested his whole palm on her back. She wasn’t likely to wake up, and Logan passed his hand along her back, almost like a caress.

Then Mystique suddenly woke up. Her reflexes were razor sharp when she threw around in the bed, bounced up into a sitting position and pressed the sheet against her chest, her yellow eyes wide and startled.

Logan backed one step, holding up his hands as to show her he meant no harm. “Hey, calm down,” he tried. “I wasn’t gonna hurt ya.”

“No, it’s alright,” Mystique said when she had overcome the immediate shock from being touched in her sleep. Then she smiled. So, Logan had come to touch her? That could only mean he wanted something. Or one thing.

“Come here,” she suggested and patted the place next to her.

“Nah, never mind…” Logan muttered. “I’m sorry if I frightened ya.”

“Why did you touch me?” she asked frankly.

Logan had no answer to that question. He had touched her simply because he wanted to. Could he tell her that? No. He could feel himself blushing and tried to avert his eyes. Also, a familiar throbbing sensation had begun in his loins, and Logan, wearing only boxers, would have a hard time keeping it hidden from Mystique.

Soon his erection was evident, of course. Mystique smiled when she saw his arousal, knowing it had to indicate he wanted her.

“Are you attracted to me, Logan?” she asked knowingly, her eyes riveted on the bulge in his boxers.

“Ah, well… My cock does that whenever I see a naked chick in a bed…What can I say? Hell, yes…”

“Then come here and let me fix it.”

She reached out her hand and wrapped it around his erection, squeezing it through the fabric. It felt hard and heated in her hand, and…

“It’s very big,” Mystique said admiringly. “Good, I like that.”

Slowly she slid her hands inside the waistband of his boxers, and started to pull them down. Logan did nothing to stop her. If she wanted to play with his cock, then he wouldn’t mind. No one except himself had done it in quite a long time, so this was a nice change.

Mystique sighed happily when Logan’s underwear pooled around his ankles, and she could grab his bare shaft. She’d been right; it was very big, even bigger than she thought. Uncut as he was, she closed her hand around it, and pulled back his foreskin, revealing the head, already glistering with pre-come.

“Nice…” she murmured and flicked her tongue over the head, tasting his juices. She could hear Logan moan, and a violent shiver passed through his massive frame.

“Come here,” she offered again and moved sideways to give Logan space.

Logan was slightly hesitant at first – this was Mystique, after all. The blue bitch that Loalmoalmost killed on Liberty Island 3 years ago. Mystique, one of Magneto’s former minions. But what the hell, he was horny and she was a woman who could help it – he didn’t ask for more right now.

He pulled off his undershirt before crawling down to her, which left him completely naked. Logan knew that woman used to like his body, so he had nothing to be ashamed of there.

He settled next to her, and started touching her blue body with his hands. It felt slightly awkward when he reached a scaled area, but her scales were soft and warm, and started to feel good under his hands. She wasn’t ugly or disgusting, only unusual.

Logan placed his hand on her right breast and squeezed. He felt her blue nipple erecting against his palm, and Mystique drew a sharp breath, sounding almost like a hiss.

Enough exploration. Logan grabbed Mystique and threw her onto her back, and rolled on top of her. He pinned her slender wrists to the bed, pressing his own heavy body against hers, looking down at her face, now strangely beautiful when she was excited.

“Ah, you’re aggressive…” Mystique purred. “Good, I like that!”

“Is this what you want?” Logan growled, his face only inches above hers.

“Yeah, this is exactly what I want. Take me, Wolverine… Who do you want me to be? Maybe…her?”

Mystique started to change, and suddenly Logan found Jean pinned under his weight. Her beautiful, red hair was spread over the pillow, l eme emerald eyes half-closed, full lips sensually parted, as though she was expecting a kiss.

And Logan winced. Mystique – as Jean – was rubbing her body against his, and his organ slid in between her hot thighs, making contact with her sex, already wet with her juices of arousal. Almost ferociously Logan grabbed her hair and slammed her head into the pillow.

No. He couldn’t do it. Not with this body. Mystique wasn’t Jean, and he didn’t fall for this illusion.

“No, turn back,” he said raucously.

“Don’t you want her?” Mystique asked in Jean’s voice. “I thought this would please you.”

“No, it won’t please me,” Logan replied. “Turn back, or I’ll leave.”

Mystique did what she was told, and morphed back into her real self. She couldn’t understand Logan’s response, but she was strongly determined to keep his interest, so whoever he wanted her to be, she’d comply.

“Just be yourself,” he said. “I’ve never liked illusions much…”

“You want me…like this?” she asked dubiously, not quite sure what he meant. No one – not even Erik – had ever wanted to have sex with her in her true shape. Erik had encouraged her to be herself as often as she could, but once they went to bed his courage always sank, and he asked her to change.

“Yeah, it’s fine,” Logan murmured. “Ya don’t have to change for me. You’re good as you are.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, really. I’ve never done it with anyone blue before, so I think this will be fun. You are…I mean, anatomically like others inside?”

“Why don’t you feel for yourself,” she suggestoylyoyly.

Logan slid his hand down, until he reached the scaly area between her legs. No hair, only scales. Not that it mattered much, though. He found the warm wet cleft further down, and thought that she felt almost like any other woman. Why wouldn’t she? Her strange mutation – blue skin and scales – was obviously just superficial. On the insides she was normal.

“Yes, I have one too…” she whispered in his ear. Logan pushed his fingers past her folds to explore her ies. es. Her vaginal channel felt perfectly normal as well. Snug, warm and wonderfully damp. This would be a nice experience.

Logan replaced his hand with his leaking member and started to enter her. Mystique placed her hands on his shoulders and tightened her grip when he filled her up, stretching her insides, like no one had done in a very long time. She could take all of his eight inches and it was welcome.

He could feel Mystique’s long, supple legs wrapping around his waist when he started thrusting, and the shapeshifter’s inner muscles clamped down on his member, as trying to pull him even deeper inside.

He had not kissed her yet. They were fucking, but kissing was something much more intimate, somehow. Perhaps that should wait. Now he only wanted to focus on the wonderful sensation her body was giving his.

Mystique wrapped her arms around Logan’s neck and buries her fingertips in his shoulder-muscles when she felt her orgasm approachiLogaLogan was an amazingly good lover, and almost brought her over the edge several times before coming himself and shooting his release inside her.

When they were both finished they collapsed into a heap with their limbs entangled, both panting heavily. Logan pressed his face against Mystique’s neck and kissed her blue skin, not counting it as a *real* kiss, but still…

Logan’s healing factor quickly restored his strength, and he lifted himself off of Mystique, taking his weight onto his arms, as not to smother her.

“That was good…” he murmured, still feeling a little shaky.

“It sure was!” Mystique agreed, laughing weekly. Logan noticed how white her teeth were compared to her solid blue face. “You’re a good fuck, Logan!”

“Gee, thanks!” Logan muttered. “So are you, by the way.”

“I feel honoured.”

He rolled off of her, and pulled out his now flaccid member. It made a wet sound that sounded almost funny. Logan rolled over, chuckling, and pulled the sheet up to his waist. Mystique snuggled in against him, draping her arm over his hairy chest, and leaned her head against his broad shoulder. Erik sure had his flaws, but he had often liked to hold her after sleeping with her, and that made her feel loved.

“It’s still night,” she said. “Wanna sleep some more?”

“Yeah…” Logan muttered. “There’s no rush, is there…”

“No.”

Logan was unsure of whether he could sleep, but he needed it nonetheless. Although not with her in his arms. There was a risk he’d gut her if he had another one of those awful nightmares, and he could not let that happen.

“Hey, gimme some space,” he said and gently pushed her away. “I can’t hold you if I go to sleep.”

Mystique looked back at him with a slightly hurt expression, as though she believed he was suddenly disgusted by her. “Okay,” she said flatly and moved to her own side of the bed, giving Logan the room he’d asked for.

“It has nothing to do with you,” he tried to explain. “It’s just that I’m afraid to hurt you. I can be dangerous if I have a nightmare, and I’d rather not stab you again.”

Mystique frowned. “You have nightmares? About what?”

“Let’s not get into it now, but don’t believe it has anything to do with you. Because it hasn’t. I’ve already had one accident with Rogue, and that’s enough.”

“Alright, I understand,” she said.

“Okay?” Logan asked and carefully placed his hand on her shoulder.

“Okay,” she smiled. “Shall I wake you up if you start trashing in your sleep?”

“No, that’s dangerous. You’d better jump off the bed.”

“My reflexes are as good as yours. I really don’t think there’s any danger,” she said.

“Goodnight, Mystique.”

“Goodnight, Wolverine…Logan.”

After that they didn’t say anything more, but lay down to sleep with their backs against one another, at a safe distance from each other. Hopefully.