Festival of X

Festival of X

Chapter 6: New Fantasies

AN: Thanks a ton to everyone who has been kind enough to leave a review. I apologize for not getting this posted sooner. I've had a few distractions, but I hope they're behind me. Enjoy!

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Private Massage Den



Logan had never been subtle about his sexual appetite just as he had never been subtle with most of his flaws. He was often brutally honest, if not brutish about his fondness for beer and women. So embracing this ritual really wasn’t too difficult. The only challenge was convincing others to entertain some of his more exotic fantasies. He already accomplished one with Jean Grey. Now he was set to fulfill another.



“You gals ready?” said Logan with a wolfish smirk as he sat back on one of the message tables.



“Do you even need to ask?” said Betsy playfully, “Whether it’s sex or defending myself from assassins from the Hand, I’m always ready!”



“Guess that means it was easy for him to talk you into this,” said Surge, “I’m still wondering how you roped me into this.”



“Don’t tell me you ain’t entertained some thoughts of a three-way since this ritual orgy shit began,” quipped Logan.



“Isn’t that supposed to be a male fantasy?” Surge questioned.



“Only because women are less inclined to admit it,” shrugged Betsy, “Even if you won’t, I fail to see how this is more outrageous than anything else we’ve done thus far.”



Her point was perfectly valid. The notion of a three-way in a ritual orgy like this was hardly extreme. Surge had already shaken many of her sexual reservations since this ritual began. What concerned her here wasn’t so much the act as the circumstances.



It was well-established that Logan had a thing for redheads. His history with Jean Grey and Mystique to a lesser extent was proof of that. It was also established that he had a history with Asian women as well. Before he got together with Ororo, he was known to have hooked up with a woman named Yukio. He even came close to marrying a woman named Mariko Yashida. It seemed logical since he had spent time in Japan during his ever mysterious past. By that same logic, he could easily acquire a certain fondness for Asian women. He just never had a chance to express it until now.



This is what led him to seek Betsy out. Given their history with the Hand, they were more than inclined to get intimate with one another. Yet Logan wasn’t content to merely fuck a British woman in an Asian assassin’s body. He sought out Surge, who was still in one of the massage dens cleaning up a bit before seeking out her next sexual partner. She hadn’t even finished when he and Betsy barged in and pitched the idea of fulfilling Logan’s sexual fantasy of an Asian three-way. Somehow she had agreed to it. She figured it would be a nice way to make up for some of her clumsiness with Alex. Now she was pawing Logan’s burly upper body with Betsy as he laid back in preparation.



“I admit a three-way is not the most outrageous fantasy one could entertain for this ritual,” Surge conceded, “I’m just a little astonished that you’re so insistent that it be a three-way with two Asian women.”



“Keeping in mind that I’m technically a British woman in an Asian body,” Betsy pointed out.



“Does that really matter at this point?” said Surge, rolling her eyes.



“Nope. And neither do the circumstances,” said Logan in a more serious tone, “I don’t bring it up too often. Having to kill the love of your life makes that a touchy issue to say the least. But the exotic ladies I hooked up with back in the day are some of the few nicer memories of my otherwise fucked up life. And while I may be a fucked up guy in general, it helps to relive some of those memories. This time it’s just taking the form of a three-way.”



“Does that mean this fantasy of yours also doubles as therapy?” said Surge jokingly.



“So what of it does?” quipped Logan.



“Maybe you should look at it another way, Noriko,” said Betsy, “You’re not just helping a man entertain his fantasies and give him some desperately needed psychological help in the process.”



“Hey! You being naked, Asian, and ready doesn’t mean I ain’t ready to get pissed off!” barked Logan.



“You’re young and you’ve only begun to explore your sexuality,” said Betsy, ignoring Logan’s remark and turning her attention directly to Surge, “This is an opportunity to do some exploring of your own. You might like what you discover!”



In an effort to get her into the mood, Betsy leaned over the massage table and pulled the younger Japanese girl into a passionate kiss. This caught her off guard, but in a surprisingly enjoyable way. With her standing on one side of the table and Betsy standing on the other, the kiss grew heated as they they hovered right over Logan who was laying back on his arms. He certainly didn’t seem to mind the show. He seemed to encourage it, silently urging Betsy to use her tongue as she kissed Surge in a very sensual manner. While they made out, Logan sat up a bit and snaked his arms around both women. The smooth touch of their exotic skin and the erotic spectacle before him was enough to get him pretty aroused.



Betsy continued this little show until she felt Surge loosen up sufficiently for the task before them. They had horny Wolverine to deal with and if the thoughts she was sensing were any indication, he had a great many aspects of his fantasy that he wanted to act out. So as soon they parted, the two women planned their course of attack.



“Ready to begin the exploring, luv?” said Betsy in a playful tone.



“I...I am,” said Surge with less hesitation.



“Then why don’t you let him taste you a bit?” she suggested, “That should get all those lurid juices flowing.”



“Lucky for you, I’m a hungry guy!” grinned Logan as he slipped his hand between Surge’s thighs for a quick tease.



“What about you?” asked Surge, who tried unsuccessfully to hide her reaction to this gesture.



“I’ll work on getting some other juices flowing,” she said as she looked down at Logan’s growing member, “Just be careful. We’re dealing with a very sexual animal here!”



“Don’t worry, darlin’. I’ll be tame...to a point,” said Logan with a wryly.



With no more room to hesitate, Surge and Betsy went to work on the former living weapon. Surge crawled up on the massage table where Logan gave her hips a nice squeeze and licked over her breasts in the process. While she positioned herself over his face, Betsy grabbed hold of his dick with both hands and started stroking it. Now lying flat on his back again, the two women had him in a very compromising position and that’s just how he wanted it.



Logan was quick to embrace this fantasy. With a hungry growl, he grasped onto Surge’s thighs and parted them in just the right way as she was straddling his face. Now inundated with the thick scent of her womanhood, he started licking and slurping along her the outer lips of her pussy. Surge’s reaction was almost immediate. She gasped at first, the presence of Logan’s thick facial hair making for some unfamiliar sensations. They were a bit uncomfortable at first, but it wasn’t long before she was moaning in delight.



“Ooh! Tame indeed!” she gasped as she hold onto the table for support.



“Better hang on tight, luv. He’s not quite in heat just yet,” commented Betsy, “But no worries! I’m working on that.”



As Surge’s arousal built from Logan’s oral teasing, Betsy was just as thorough on her end. Having massaged his manhood in a way that only her ninjitsu trained hands could, she went to work doing some oral teasing of her own. She gripped the base as firmly as possible, much more so than she would have if she was with Warren. Then she parted her purple hair behind her ear and took his length into her mouth. This evoked a deep growl from Logan, which translated into an equally deep moan for Surge as he expressed his approval by licking the younger woman with more fervor. Betsy then proceeded to work his lips along his dick, moving slowly yet thoroughly in a way that added power to her sucking.



“Mmfh!” grunted Logan, the fantasy now fully rousing his primal lust.



It became a river of bliss. Betsy’s hard sucking supplied the hot sensations for Logan, which in turned fueled the fervor with which he ate out Surge. It rapidly built their arousal. Surge’s pussy became wet with arousal while Logan’s dick became fully erect. Betsy almost felt left out in this chain. So at one point she released one hand from Logan’s member and started fingering her folds. It helped build her own arousal, allowing her to share in the feeling.



They continued with this system of oral bliss until Betsy’s arousal was too great for her hand to manage. She had also been telepathically sensing the thoughts that Surge was projecting and this only added to her desires. So after a few more hard slurps, she rose up and crawled on top of the massage table with them.



“Better hang on harder, luv! I’m going to start riding his dick and I can’t guarantee the table will hold up!” said Betsy as she got into position.



“Mmm...you better not make him stop! Oohhh we’re going to have serious problems if he stops!” Surge cried out.



Betsy grinned at the younger woman’s tone. It sounded like she was really getting into this. She was poised to join her as she positioned herself with her knees rested at Logan’s side. She then reached behind to angle his erect penis so that it was right in line with her wet entrance. Once ready, she plunged her hips downward and drove his member into the depths of her pussy. Like she had done with her oral teasing, she focused on power rather than fervor. Since Logan had a healing factor, he was durable enough to take it and she figured she would make the most of it.



Betsy practically dug her nails into his waist as she rhythmically slammed her pelvis down against his, forcing his dick into the hot depths of her vagina. She flexed her inner muscles with each motion, adding extra tightness and extra sensation to each movement. The focus wasn’t on speed or fervor. Betsy fucked him with raw force, making it like a sexual exercise of sorts and one that Logan was more than capable of matching.



“Oh yeah! That’s it! You like it hard, don’t you, luv?” seethed Betsy, “You’re a warrior, Logan! Fuck me like one!”



“Oohhh I think he’s taking that as a challenge!” exclaimed Surge, feeling a sudden increase in the fervor of Logan’s teasing.



“That’s the point, luv!” she said with a wry grin.



The table was really shaking. Now the two women were facing one another as they each drew pleasure from the feral mutant. Logan was letting out deep growls each motion of Betsy’s hips. These growls sent him into a deeper state of lust which he took out on Surge’s pussy. He forced her to lean forward a bit so he could part her thighs wider. This allowed him to launch an assault on her inner depths with his tongue, giving extra attention to her swollen clit and intensify the sensations. They were so overwhelming at times that between them and the shaking table, Surge almost lost her balance. Luckily, Betsy was there to catch her and their close proximity allowed them to do some exploring of their own.



“I-I-I’m so wet! I’m going to cum soon!” gasped Surge, now leaning into Betsy’s grasp.



“Then allow me to assist,” Betsy offered.



While still working her hips against Logan’s dick, Betsy captured Surge’s lips in another kiss. This time there was no shock. It was a simple outburst of sexual energy and Surge went with it. While they kissed, Betsy started fondling Surge’s breast. They were a size and a half smaller than hers and not as round, but she had larger nipples that happened to be fully erect. Betsy quickly discovered that Surge really enjoyed having her nipples pinched. She sensed that Surge was just discovering this as well. Between these new sensations and the added sensation of Logan orally teasing her pussy, her orgasm was drawing near faster than expected.



This cycle of pleasure between Logan, Betsy, and Surge continued in a way that rocked the massage table. Betsy was kept fucking Logan with the force that only a trained assassin could manage while they coordinated on Surge. After a while, Betsy stopped kissing her and used her lips to further stimulate Surge’s nipples. This added stimulation along with Logan’s increased attention to her clit drove her over the edge.



When her climax hit, she grabbed onto Betsy’s shoulders and buried her face in her neck. As she let out muffled cries, her pussy throbbed from the release of sensations. Some light secretions of feminine fluid followed. When this hit Logan’s face, he was overwhelmed by the scent. The feral creature was overtaken with lust and he had two attractive women with which to vent it.



“Mmm...that smell,” he said in a low tone that simmered with intent, “You ladies have done enough. Now it’s my turn!”



In a show of strength that surprised the two women, Logan rose up and pinned them on the massage table. Now Betsy was the one on her back and Surge was on top of her, still dazed from her orgasm. He rose up to his knees and positioned himself over them, making sure Surges legs were propped at Betsy’s side while Betsy’s legs were spread and elevated. This way he had access to both their pussies. Before either women could catch their breath, he grabbed Betsy by the thighs and thrust his dick back into her where he quickly established a new rhythm. Whereas Betsy was more thorough with her body motions, Logan unleashed a fury of feral humping that rocked both women.



“Oh-oh-ohhhhh! Such an animal!” Betsy cried out.



“I-I thought you wanted a warrior,” said Surge, still panting from her orgasm.



“Too bad! You’re getting both!” growled Logan.



The two women clung to each other as they allowed the former living weapon to fully immerse himself in his fantasy. He demonstrated the kind of primal fervor that could be the product of both an animal and a warrior. Using both their bodies as leverage, Logan drove his hips forward and pumped his manhood in and out of Betsy’s pussy. He didn’t restrict himself to just her pussy either. At times he pulled out and thrust into Surge’s pussy as well. While she was still a bit tender after her orgasm, she was still dazed with lust. The two women trusted Logan to give their pussies equally treatment and after the way they worked him over earlier, he had more than enough energy to handle it.



As Logan alternated between pussies, Surge and Betsy used the rocking motion incurred by the force of his trusts to heighten the experience. Her nipples still erect, Surge rubbed her breasts against Betsy’s in a way that allowed both their nipples to mesh. In addition, Surge also rubbed her pelvis against her in a way that further stimulated Betsy’s clit. It offered a unique mix of sensations in addition to Logan’s thrusting. Betsy was actually surprised at the creative ways in which Surge used her body. It added to the experience and built up the feelings.



Fueled by his immersion within this fantasy, Logan drew it out with the two women. He made a conscious effort not to climax too quickly. When he got close a few times, he pulled out for a moment before thrusting into another pussy. This alternation made it difficult for Betsy to reach her orgasm on Logan’s hard fucking alone. It was Surge’s creative stimulation of her nipples and clit that did the job. After a good while of shared humping, Logan was pounding into Betsy’s pussy again. This time she was close and Surge gave her an extra push by reaching behind and fondling her clit in between thrusts.



“Oh fuck! Oh my God! I-I-I’m going to cum!” Betsy cried out in between sharp gasps.



“Then do it. This is your fantasy too,” said Surge playfully.



Betsy closed her eyes and clung to the sides of the massage table. Surge used her thumb to put more pressure on her clit while Logan stepped up his thrusting, sensing from the throbbing of her inner muscles that she was close. After a few more moments of heavy stimulation, Betsy threw her head back and let out a cry of orgasmic euphoria. Her body contorted under the collective pressure of Logan and Surge. Logan actually slowed his thrusting a bit as he felt the contractions around his member. While this filled Betsy with waves of euphoria, it also shifted Logan’s focus. Now no longer content to draw it out, he wanted to finish this fantasy.



“You ladies have had your fun. Now I want mine!” he said strongly.



“Who are we to deny you?” quipped Surge, “Go on. Tell us how to make this fantasy complete.”



“Or better yet...show us!” said Betsy, still breathless from her orgasm.



With a wry grin, Logan went back to work. He pulled out of Betsy and grabbed Surge by the hips. He pulled her up slightly so that she was on her hands and knees. He then grabbed her by the hips and thrust back into her, resuming his fervent body movements from before and making a strong push towards his own climax. It rocked the table harder than before and Surge was a bit surprised at first by how hard he was with his fucking. Once again, Betsy let the younger woman lean on her for support. It didn’t take long before he was ready to blow his load.



“He’s close, Noriko. I think we should make it special for him,” said Betsy.



“How...how do we do that?” asked Surge, still panting in between Logan’s hard thrusts.



“He’s not very articulate when he’s fucking, but he’s projecting his thoughts rather loudly. I know what he wants and I know how we can accommodate him.”



Logan’s grunts turned to all out growls. The seething look on his face indicated he was at the point of no return. So just as he was about to pop, Betsy pulled Surge off him and repositioned themselves in front of them. Surge followed her lead as the two women stood on the side of the table and turned Logan so that his reddened dick was right in line with their faces. Betsy quickly grabbed him around the base of his shaft and gave him a few more strokes to finish the job. When his climax hit, the feral mutant let out a deep moan as he released a thick load of manly fluid. Betsy opened her mouth so she could catch the first stream. Then she let Surge get into position so she could catch the rest. Some of it ended up on their face and chin. The two women also took turns licking the last drops off the tip.



“Mmm...did we get it all?” asked Surge as she slurped down the last of his fluids.



“Not necessarily,” said Betsy, referring to the cum still dripping from her face, “But that’s an easy fix.”



With Logan still enjoying the sensations of his sexual release, Betsy and Surge kissed again. In the process they licked the remaining cum off each others’ faces. It was an erotic, yet playful gesture. Surge was no longer that uncomfortable with it. If anything, she was starting to enjoy it. Even Logan couldn’t help but notice.



“Damn! I expected this kind of shit from Betsy, but I’m impressed Surge!” said Logan.



“And why would you expect it from me?” scoffed Betsy.



“Given the uniform you wear, why shouldn’t he?” shrugged Surge, “But as someone who doesn’t wear as many thongs, I admit I impressed myself.”



“That mean you and Allerdyce are gonna be kinkier from now on?” asked Logan.



“That remains to be seen,” said Surge, “You’ve fulfilled your Asian fantasy. I’m still working on the ones I’m going to fulfill.”



“Well you won’t find a better opportunity than this ritual, luv,” said Betsy with an encouraging gesture.



“No kidding,” said Surge with a grin, “And after having been part of this exotic fantasy, I think I have a good idea of where to start!”



Logan and Betsy couldn’t help but be proud of the young woman. While Logan remained on the table and Betsy took a moment to stretch a bit, Surge was already making her leave in search of her next fantasy. Opportunities like this didn’t come around too often. Some were already mature enough to know their sexual proclivities. For others like Surge, this ritual provided a unique window in which to really explore both their lust and their fantasies.

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New Olympus Temple - Central Chamber



Ororo Munroe had never been one to plan around nature. It was one of the more subtle aspects of her mutant powers. She was guided by nature just as much as she guided it when she summoned the elements. This allowed her to be in tune with nature in a way that others couldn’t match. Since nature extended to sex, she was fairly comfortable following the whims of her lust. It certainly went a long ways with her and Logan. Their fondness for the more primal aspects of love ensured a very active relationship. That same nature, however, led her to other follow more than just current feelings. Sometimes feelings of the past had a way of creeping in.



‘Is that...music? I didn’t know this temple had a sound system. It appears to be coming from the central chamber. I wonder...’



She had been on her way to the pool for a quick dip in between romps. She quickly set aside that plan and followed the sound of the music. It led her to the central area where Amara had conducted the initial ritual with everybody. The mini-beds were still there, but no one had used it since. It had been quiet up until this moment and as Ororo entered the spacious area to investigate, she noticed something else.



“That music...why do I feel like I’ve heard it before?” she wondered aloud.



“Because you have, Ororo,” came a voice from nearby.



Ororo turned to her right to see Kurt approaching. He appeared after having teleported from wherever it was controlled the music. As he approached, she smiled. His presence brought back memories of where she had heard this enchanting melody.



“Zhis vas zhe music ve danced to zhat night,” he told her, “Ve vere preparing for an impromtu date if I recall. It vas shortly before you and Wolverine grew serious.”



“Yes, I remember now,” said Ororo, “You were so charming. You looked very nice in that tuxedo you were wearing.”



“You looked nice in zhat dress you vere wearing as vell. Although right now, I vould have to say you look much better in zhe naked flesh zhat God gave you.”



Ororo blushed a bit under such kind words. She could tell he was a bit more uncomfortable walking around naked than she was. She had always been comfortable with her body, almost to the point that it embarrassed some. She made sure that any embarrassment Kurt may have felt melted away by pulling him into an embrace and letting their naked skin mesh. While in this embrace, they found themselves moving to the music. It was a dance they had done before, but under very different circumstances.



“If memory serves me right, we never got a chance to complete our dance that night,” said Ororo.



“Nein,” Kurt sighed, “A crisis came up as is often zhe case in our line of work.”



“But even after it was over, we didn’t make much of an effort to finish what we started,” she added, “At the time, my feelings for Logan were still growing. But I’d be lying if I said that part of me didn’t feel something that night. I can tell you felt it too. You just never pursued it.”



“Are you going to refuse to let me go unless I give you a reason?” he said half-jokingly.



“I don’t want to, but an explanation would be nice.”



Kurt found himself in a awkward position it wasn’t just because he was in the arms of a beautiful naked woman. Ororo had such an enchanting personality. He figured that every man was drawn to her at some point. That night where they went out was his moment where he looked upon her as more than just the elegant yet powerful force on the X-men. It was a moment that didn’t last and for reasons that were as obvious as they were unsaid.



“I apologize if my silence evoked any negative emotions, Ororo,” he said honestly as they continued dancing.



“Oh come now, Kurt. I know you. There’s too much good in your heart. You would never willingly hurt someone you care about,” said Ororo kindly.



“Even if it isn’t willing, it is often a result of my own choices,” Kurt continued in a serious tone, “I’ve never been good vith intimacy. Letting people get close has often caused problems for obvious reasons.”



“That’s their loss,” she said while playfully running her hands over his furry complexion.



“I know it’s in our nature to seek intimacy vith others. However, I’ve often resided myself to a certain emotional seclusion. Some of it comes from adhering to my faith. Some of it comes from those old notions zhat no one could ever love someone who looks like I do.”



“I hope you don’t subscribe to that notion. You’re beautiful in a very special way, Kurt Wagner.”



“Coming from you, zhat ensures I’ll never fall too deeply into zhat mindset,” he said with a smile, “But at zhe same time, it runs counter to your approach. You’ve always been one to embrace your natural passions. It’s part of vhat makes you so easy to love. I can also understand vhy you vould connect so strongly vith someone like Logan. Zhe noises I’ve heard you two make are proof of zhat.”



Ororo blushed again, but kept smiling. Kurt wasn’t the first one to bring up the noise she and Logan made when they were following their natural passions, but he was definitely the most polite. His soft hands trailed up her naked flesh as they continued dancing, his expression remaining serious the whole time.



“I’m afraid I just can’t share zhat nature. Going all zhe vay back to my relationship vith Amanda Sefton, I’ve never been comfortable following zhe whims of my emotions. I find it easier to remain focused and disciplined.”



“And that’s why you didn’t want to finish our dance?” said Ororo.



“It’s vhy I didn’t vant to risk stirring any further emotions,” said Kurt, “It vas just easier for both of us.”



“Was it really?” she questioned.



“Vell...vhen a beautiful woman is involved, it’s never as easy as ve vant,” he conceded.



He was as honest as he was sincere. Ororo expected nothing less from Kurt Wagner. He was almost solemn, as if he had resided himself to a certain level of loneliness. Ororo did her best to counter those feelings, silently urging their dancing to become more sensual. They seemed to help. Kurt was soon smiling again. Now that she had her reason, she knew just what to do about it.



“Sometimes you’re too honest for your own good, Kurt,” said Ororo somewhat teasingly.



“I admit it gets me into trouble sometimes,” he said with a slight chuckle.



“Even if you’re right about us being different, that doesn’t mean we can’t share a dance or two. Being honest doesn’t have to involve cutting yourself off from new experiences. As long as there’s love in your heart, you shouldn’t be afraid to embrace it.”



“I don’t doubt zhat. Zhis ritual is helping do just zhat,” he said.



“And part of embracing means finishing what we started that night. So without dwelling too much on the past, why don’t we share that dance? Perhaps if you’re daring enough, we can add other experiences into the mix.”



Her tone was seductive yet serious. It was a tone that made clear that she intended to do more than just dance with him. She had a unique way of making it feel both sincere and erotic. Kurt was quickly enchanted by her grace, feeling none of the reservations that usually went along with intimacy. He didn’t even think it was a side-effect of the wine. It was all Ororo and the sheer power of her personality.



Having voiced no further concerns, Kurt and Ororo began their overdue dance. They made their way towards the north part of the room where the music echoed the loudest. In an area between the mini-beds, they stood in an affectionate embrace and moved to the music. The music from that night was actually some exotic jazz with some African style beats. It had a nice rhythm that wasn’t too slow and allowed for honest passion to flow. With his hands now on her hips and her arms around his neck, Kurt and Ororo shared this dance for the duration of the track.



Along the way, Ororo threw in a trick of sorts. It was the same trick she used that night when they first attempted such a dance. Using her powers, she directed some wind from the windows and ventilation to form a soft whirlwind around them. This wind soon turned into a cushion of air under them, which allowed them to dance on an actual cloud. It was a unique experience and one that Kurt was glad to embrace.



“Talk about divine grace,” he teased as the wind ruffled his fur.



“You seemed to enjoy this the first time,” joked Ororo.



“I did. However, I vasn’t naked zhat time. Wind has a vay of sending shivers through all zhe wrong places.”



“Then I’ll just have to keep you warm.”



Ororo’s gestures became more seductive. As they continued to dance through her winds, she traced her hands down his face and over his furry body. She felt along his arms and over his chest. She also pressed her naked form against him more intently, allowing her thigh to rub against his groin. Even through the winds, his manhood reacted. The exotic touch of his furry form also roused her desires as well. His furry touch reminded her somewhat of Logan’s hairy complexion. It added an element of sexuality to their dancing that led to an unavoidable encore.



“Kurt...how much longer can we expect to the music to play?” Ororo asked in a deep tone.



“Long enough to do any of zhose experiences you mentioned,” he said with a devilish grin.



“Good to know,” she said with a grin of her own.



The track had stopped and a new one had just begun. This one had a slower, more sensual rhythm. It quickly captivated Kurt and Ororo. In the spirit of new experiences, they came together in a deep kiss. As their lips meshed, the winds around them settled. Kurt skillfully used his tail to slither up her thighs as a means to further express his desire. Ororo responded in kind, leading them over to a nearby mini-bed where they could begin a dance of a different kind.



“Ororo...” said Kurt, breaking from the kiss momentarily.



“Yes Kurt?”



“If ve had continued our dance zhat night, is zhere a chance it could have ended like zhis?” he asked, his voice thick with desire.



It was a profound question to ask while in the heat of the moment, but it wasn’t unreasonable to bring up. Ororo only thought about it for a moment. Considering how her relationship panned out with Logan and how Kurt had moved on, she could only offer a partial answer.



“I’d rather not dwell on how our last dance could have ended,” she said to him, “I’d rather focus on how we’re going to make this dance even more memorable.”



Kurt accepted her answer without question. In the spirit of making this dance memorable, he joined her on the mini-bed. Since she was the one still controlling the winds, she got to be on top. Kurt laid down on his back and let Ororo continue the dance. Now hovering over him, she put on an erotic show for him. With the music playing in the background, she began swaying and moving her body to the steady beats. She looked as divine as any angel and Kurt was quickly captivated by her spirit. As she danced, he reached up and fondled her ample breasts. He eventually rose up to taste around her large nipples and mocha-colored skin.



As Ororo continued her show, she allowed her hips to roughly grind against his. This helped intensify his arousal, allowing him to become fully erect after about halfway through the song. As the African goddess hovered over him, she let his hardened member rub around her inner thighs. The furry feeling from his skin was all the more tantalizing. She continued to tease him while Kurt remained buried in her breasts. Then another song started and she pushed him onto his back again.



“Kurt...dance with me,” said Ororo in a passionate tone.



Now with her hands on his chest, she steadily lowered herself onto his erect manhood. She made sure to descend nice and slowly, allowing him to savor every inch as her vaginal muscles engulfed his length. The new song had more of a tropical flavor, setting the kind of beat that could make for a steady kind of sex. As Kurt savored the hot feeling of her womanly depths, Ororo began gyrating her hips to the sound of the music.



“Mien Gott! Ororo...so divine,” he gasped.



“Then I guess that makes you an angel,” quipped Ororo.



Her appropriately tender words evoked another smile. As Ororo worked her hips to the rhythm of the music, they exchanged warm gestures. She leaned over and kissed him while he adjusted his legs so he could move his hips with hers. It wasn’t the kind of romantic undertone they had experienced during the night of their previous dance. These gestures were more friendly, fueled by the kind of passion between two people who trusted and respected one another a great deal. It made for the kind of dance that would be plenty memorable.



Ororo continued to sway her body as she rode him, mixing sex and dance in a very potent way. The beat of the music required that she was smooth and thorough with her movements. As she worked her hips up and down along his length, she made sure there were no pauses. Kurt’s dick moved smoothly inside her pussy, slithering in and out in a way befitting of a dance. When the beat to the music picked up, she intensified the movement of her hips. This added intensity increased the sensation, evoking deeper gasps and sharper grunts. It was a long song so it made for a nice, drawn out experience.



“Ooh Kurt! The heavens have blessed you indeed!” Ororo cried out.



“Mmm...I feel blessed,” he said through deeper moans.



She continued riding him, leaning over and sharing a few more kisses until the song ended. When a new one began, Ororo leaned back and let out more impassioned moans. This time the song had a more base, not unlike the kind typical of a dance club. She reached behind and gripped her own butt, helping to spread her inner folds wider so she could take on more of his manhood. Kurt used the new song as an opportunity to do some dancing of his own. Rising up from his position, he adjusted his legs so that both feet were now on the bed with his arms around his waist. This still allowed her to move her hips, but it also allowed him to do some thrusting of his own to supplement each movement.



“The music! The feeling! So good...so wonderful!” gasped Ororo, her tone a mix of grace and burning lust.



Kurt continued to admire her as she slithered and swayed her body so gracefully, continually working his dick within her tight womanhood in the process. She leaned back further as more intense sensations followed. Kurt used this as an opportunity to take a more active role, following her body until she was now flat on her back. His member never left her depths in the process. Now with her hands draped near her head, she allowed Kurt to carry on the dance. Holding her legs up and elevating her hips slightly, he began rocking his hips to the music. He followed the same rhythm she had established, smoothly gliding his manhood in and out of her vagina in a potent display of sexual energy.



“Ohhh you’re so warm and tight, Ororo! I-I don’t know how long I can hold out for you!” he gasped.



“Don’t worry, Kurt. I trust you to finish this dance,” said Ororo through labored pants.



The song continued to reverberate throughout the chamber. Now the heavy base beats mixed with the sound of Kurt’s naked flesh clashing with Ororo’s. He started moving a little faster, pushing his dick in deeper and really penetrating her sensitive depths. He kept her hips elevated by grasping her lower back, allowing him to get in at a good angle. With each move of his hips, Ororo’s body rocked to the beat. It was as if she was still dancing, her breasts swaying in a way that was deeply erotic. Before long, Kurt felt his climax approaching.



As his thrusting grew desperate, Kurt could no longer hold her hips up. Ororo managed to adjust herself so that she was now on her side with one leg arched up over his shoulder. This gave him more leverage to continue his thrusting. It also gave him a new angle that added some additional tightness around his dick. He clung hard to Ororo’s leg while Ororo held onto the side of the mini-bed, showing some flexibility as she kept panting to the musical rhythm of their sex. As the song neared it’s end, Kurt was ready to peak.



“I-I-I’m cumming, Ororo! I’m cumming!” the German mutant grunted.



With intent unfitting of a demon, he slowed his thrusting and steadied his hips. As the feeling overwhelmed him, he clung harder to Ororo’s leg. He moaned out some German words of euphoria as he ejaculated a nice load of his manly fluid into her her vagina. She couldn’t make out what the words meant, but she could gather from the expression on his face what they entailed.



“Mien Gott...you have an amazing effect on one’s soul, Ororo,” said Kurt breathlessly.



“So do you,” she said with a soft purr, “Albeit with a different method.”



“Since zhere is one more song left, I’m inclined to demonstrate another part of zhat method. You trusted me to finish zhis dance and I have no intention of losing zhat trust.”



Ororo smiled and let Kurt do what he felt was necessary. As another song started, he laid down next to her so that he was on his side as well with her facing away. From this position, he slipped his arms around her from behind and started fondling her breasts as he had done earlier. In addition, he directed his tail up her leg again until the tip was right over her the still wet folds. He had learned with other women that it was quite useful in enhancing the sexual experience so he continued to refine this unique craft.



“Mmm...your tail,” said Ororo with a moan of approval.



“I’m finding it’s more useful zhan I thought,” he said with a grin.



As he started massaging her breasts, he began working his tale over and around Ororo’s pussy. He paid extra attention to her clit, which got her moaning again with the same intensity as before. The the current song was slow and jazzy, setting a very sensual mood that further roused her passions. In accord with this song, he worked the tip of his tail up and down her slit in long, fluid motions. He also rubbed her breasts more thoroughly, kissing along her neck to push her towards her building climax.



Ororo’s divine moans intensified in a way that almost canceled out the music. The sensations from his tail and the soft touch of his furry form drew her closer to orgasm. Kurt went all out to make sure it was the kind of orgasm that was as memorable as their first dance. He actually felt some gusts of wind around him, as if they were stirred in accord with Ororo’s passions.



“By the goddess! Ooh Kurt! I’m almost there! Just-just a little more!” she cried out.



“Vhy settle for a little?” said Kurt wryly.



He demonstrated more talent with his tail. Using the spaded tip, he strategically struck right up around her clit. This was more than enough push to give Ororo the climax she craved. When the feeling hit, her whole body tensed and a much sharper gust of wind blew through them. Her thighs and inner folds throbbed to the release of so many sensations. Kurt maintained a firm grip on her haked flesh, keeping her in a fuzzy embrace while she enjoyed this feeling. She continued to enjoy the embrace even after it passed. In a show of appreciation, she turned and gave him a deep kiss of appreciation.



“What a wonderful dance,” said Ororo with a sigh of contentment.



“Indeed,” said the German mutant as the music finally stopped, “I’m glad ve finally had a chance to finish.”



“As am I,” she said with a smile as she rolled on her side so that she was facing him, “It was memorable in a way I’ll remember fondly.”



“As vill I, Ororo. Who vould have thought zhat a demon and a goddess could be such great dance partners?”



“Oh come now, Kurt. Do you make such jokes to every woman after sex?” she laughed.



“I admit I’m no Iceman. I’m trying to keep zhe mood appropriate for zhe duration of zhis ritual,” he said.



“Try not to worry too much about mood. You’re a man of God, Kurt. Since this is a ritual with spiritual undertones, treat it more as a heavenly crusade of sorts. That way you’ll make every woman you dance with feel like a goddess.”



Advice from Ororo Muroe was usually advice worth heeding. Kurt shared one last warm smile with the African beauty as they rested on the mini-bed, enjoying the lingering feelings of afterglow. While Ororo was resting in preparation for her next dance partner so-to-speak, Kurt was considering how he would take her advice to heart. He had already found with Emma and Kitty that his tail was quite useful. He had also put all these sexual undertones into a context. While he had never considered himself much a crusader even if he was a man of faith, if ever there was a cause to take on with divine determination this was it.

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Outside the Sauna

“What about this one? Or this one? They smell great and they feel so good on your skin!” said an overly enthusiastic Kitty Pryde as she followed James Proudstar out of the sauna.



“I think you’re a bit overly enthusiastic about the temple’s cache of assorted oils and lubricants,” said Warpath with a light chuckle as he adjusted the towel around his waist.



“Why shouldn’t I be? It’s not like we have a lot of time to go novelty shopping back home.”



“I’m more curious as to why you’re pestering me about this.”



“Oh come on! You had to have noticed how well-built my boyfriend is. Why shouldn’t I pester someone who routinely challenges him to arm wrestling matches over bottles of vodka?”



The Native American mutant shook his head and laughed. Kitty could be so tough during a battle yet so perky when she got excited. He had been taking a break in a sauna when she came phasing in carrying an armful of assorted lubricants. She wasn’t even wearing a towel, making it clear that she was looking to try some of them out. It shouldn’t have been too big a surprise that she would want to do it with someone who had a similar build as her boyfriend. That didn’t make her any less pushy.



Kitty made it clear that she wasn’t going to let him escape. Thankfully, he didn’t even try. He just stood outside the entrance to the sauna where there were a few wooden benches with racks overhead for towels. He removed the towel from his waist to wipe off some of the seat from his body. In the process he revealed that he was nearly as hung as Piotr. That should make this all the more enjoyable.



“Very well. If you won’t decide, I’ll decide for you,” said Kitty as she set aside all the bottles of lubricant except one, “We’ll go with this one. Amara called it the oil of Apollo.”



“Which god was he again?”



“Does it matter? It looks good. It smells good. And if you want, we can do a little test run.”



“And how do you propose we do that?” asked the Native American mutant as he wiped his face with the towel.



“Like I said. That depends on whether or not you want it. I’ve already made it clear that I’m comfortable having sex with guys who have more muscle in their biceps than I do my entire body. I need you to make clear that you’re comfortable flexing those warrior muscles against a gal of my stature.”



Kitty flashed a look of fake innocence, which didn’t go too far given that she was naked and holding a bottle of lubricant. Warpath shook his head in bemusement. Under normal circumstances, he would be hesitant to play along with someone of Kitty Pryde’s age and phsyique. She was as well-conditioned as any X-woman, but her size and youth were what set her apart. Someone of his build seemed like it would be too overwhelming. But these weren’t normal circumstances and Kitty had shown since Piotr’s return that she could handle guys like him. So without giving it much thought, he accepted.



“I don’t know how clear I’ll have to make it. But seeing as how you’ve worked Colossus over so well, I’m willing to give you a shot,” said Warpath.



“You almost sound intrigued,” said Kitty in an appropriately feline tone as she approached the muscular mutant.



“Would you be freaked out if I was?”



“I’d be many things, but freaked out wouldn’t be one of them.”



Kitty reached out and lightly trailed her index finger down his chest and well-toned abs. He was a bit leaner than Piotr’s heavy build, but his body still radiated the kind of strength that she found so alluring. Her seductive demeanor seemed to have an effect as well. She could already see his manhood responding.



“So how do you want to do this?” he asked her as he set his towel aside, “Want to go back into the sauna or find some place else?”



“That’s okay. This area is just fine,” said Kitty as she looked around.



“You sure? It’s essentially a changing area. Doesn’t set much of a mood,” said Warpath.



“For what we’re about to do, that’s a moot point. Just have a seat and I’ll begin the initial test, so to speak.”



It seemed a bit odd that Kitty would want to do such a test out here rather than the sauna, but who was he to argue? She was the one with the lubricant and she wanted to put it to good use. He had no desire to stop her so he did as she requested, taking a seat on the bench right next to where the towels were stored and awating his test of hers.



While he was getting comfortable, Kitty opened the bottle of lube and applied a few dabs on her hand. As she started swirling around in her palms, she noticed it was fairly thin and extra slippery. It also had a nice, honey-like scent. It would be perfect for what she had planned next.



“Hmm...this stuff feels pretty good on my skin,” Kitty commented, “It should feel just as good on your dick.”



“Only one way to find out, eh?” grinned Warpath as he leaned back in anticipation.



Kitty’s gaze grew more seductive as she applied more lube into her hands, making sure she had plenty to work with. Once she gathered enough fluid, she sat down next to the Apache warrior and leaned over him like a fangirl meeting her favorite rockstar. In the process she skillfully manuverd her hands down towards his dick. She swiftly smothered his entire shaft as well as his balls with the lubricant, making it nice and slick. This allowed her to roughly jerk him off, helping to get the blood flowing in all the right ways.



“Ooh...that does feel good on the skin,” said Warpath with a light moan of approval.



“Then I say the initial test is successful!” said Kitty proudly.



“So what would the next test be?”



“I’d rather not talk about testing. Let’s just enjoy our success for a moment.”



Warpath was certainly not opposed to enjoying success. Being an X-man meant taking what he could get. He laid back and allowed Kitty to use her talented hands to full effect. She demonstrated some impressive grip as she rougly squeezed his well-proportioned member with her undersized hands. She was a little rougher than she probably would have been with a man who wasn’t so durable. She kept one hand on the base while sliding the other up and down the shaft, lightly rubbing over the tip in the process to get all the right glands active. The Native American mutant let out light grunts of approval. This lubricant was clearly exceeding their expectations.



As she jerked him off, Kitty showed a kinky side that surprised Warpath somewhat. She leaned over him and trailed her tongue neck, licking over his well-toned muscles. She even found her way to his nipples, which were one of the few sensitive parts of his body that got an extra reaction. Warpath clearly enjoyed her touching, but being the warrior he was at heart he didn’t seek to hog it all. While she was still licking his nipples, he reached behind her and fondled the outer folds of her pussy.



“Mmm...trying to lube me up on your own, Warpath?” purred Kitty.



“Just means you have more to work with,” he quipped.



“In that case I’ll do another quick test to see if it’s as non-toxic as Amara said it was. Don’t bother asking how. I’d rather save my breath for obvious reasons.”



Warpath chuckled as he remained silent and let Kitty do her next test. While he continued fondling her pussy, she trailed her lips and down down his chest until she reached his fully lubed member. She kept both hands on it, still sliding them over his length. By now he was pretty hard. Like Piotr, his penis was pretty thick. It promised to test her inner muscles quite extensively, but first it would test her jaw.



“Let’s see if it tastes as good as it smells,” she said while looking up at him with a seductive leer.



Still flashing that youthful innocence that was so unbelievable at this point, Kitty took his member into her mouth. Warpath was once again impressed by how much of his length she had been able to take. She didn’t quite get the entire thing in, but she got more than half. The presence of the lubricant certainly seemed to help. She quickly started sucking on it as if it were an ice cream cone. She did it with such enthusiasm that Warpath couldn’t tell if she was just really trying to please him or if the lubricant tasted that good. It didn’t really matter because the hot, slithering feeling around his dick felt so good.



“Damn! No wonder Pete was so eager to get back with you! You’ve got a warriors tongue, Pryde!” exclaimed the Native American mutant.



Kitty looked up and purred as she continued sucking his member. She used her tongue more than her lips, really tasting around the base and tip. She let his labored grunts guide her, which helped add to his arousal. As she sucked, his fondling of her pussy grew more fervent. He shoved three fingers into her depths while rubbing her clit with his thumb. It got her to moan as well in between her wet slurps. Before long, they were both fully aroused. This meant they were ready for the final test.



“I think it’s safe to say this lube will do the trick,” said Kitty as she gave Warpath’s dick one last hard stroke.



“That mean you’re ready to use your other mouth?” said the Native American mutant as he gave her pussy another tease for good measure.



“Yes, but not in the way you’re probably thinking,” she said mischiviously.



“What do you mean?”



“I know you may think I’m only as tough as my ability to phase through danger. But as Peter has learned in the time that we’ve been dating, I’m more durable than I look.”



Warpath’s curiosity grew as he watched Kitty stand up from the bench and retrieve the bottle of lubricant. This time she empied out half of it inot her hand so that she had a sizable glob to work with. With this glob in hand, she bent over slightly and began rubbing it around her anus. At first he thought this was a ploy. He assumed the lube was for her pussy. He didn’t think she would be willing to try anal given the disparity between their frames. However, the look on her face indicated she was dead serious.



“Anal? You really want to do anal?” he said, sounding both impressed and wary.



“Why not? I think my vagina has earned a breather,” she joked.



“Back up for a sec. Have you done anal before? With Peter?” Warpath questioned.



“We live in a house with women like Emma Frost and guys like Gambit. Don’t tell me that surprises you.”



“I’m not surprised. I’m just...puzzled. I saw how you and Piotr measured up during the initial ritual.”



“You looked?” Kitty teased.



“I’m being serious here, Pryde. It’s one thing for a gal like you to take a guy like him. But anal is a tighter fit so to speak. It’s not usually comfortable, especially when the guy has the kind of strength to do some serious damage.”



“Are you saying I can’t take it?” she said, pretending to be offended.



“I’m saying it’s a little risky. Even if you’ve done it with Peter, he knows your body. I don’t. And I’d rather not kill the mood of the whole damned ritual.”



He was genuniley concerned. Kitty offered a reassuring smile, but he was still a bit skeptical. She finished applying the lube before making her way back over to him with the bottle still in hand. She had a feeling that he and others would be a little surprised that the young and vivacious Kitty Pryde had a taste for anal. It was a side to her that she never had a chance to show outside her bedroom with Piotr. Being the adventurous girl she was, she figured this was the best time to show the more exotic side of Kitty Pryde.



“It’ll be okay, James. I promise,” she said in a more serious tone, “If I can handle Peter, I can handle you.”



“Is that a certainty or a challenge?” Warpath asked her.



“Why can’t it be both?”



“Do I need to remind you that I’m being serious?”



“So am I,” she said as she sat down next to him again, “I know you’re trying to be careful and I appreciate that. But I’m am X-man just like you. I’m tougher than my appearance would indicate. Let me prove it.”



She sounded both confident and serious. To reinforce her point, she poured the rest of the lube into her hand and started stroking his penis again. This helped make sure he stayed nice and hard. She still bore that upbeat innocence of a youthful young woman, but Warpath knew that Kitty Pryde was more than that. She had proven herself on the battlefield with the X-men. She didn’t need to prove herself by showing she could handle anal sex as well, but she wanted to anyways. And he had to admit, there was a certain appeal to finding out just how a girl like her could handle a guy like Colossus.



“You really feel it necessary to prove yourself like this?” he asked her.



“I think your dick knows the answer to that. You’re still rock hard and now you’re lubed up as well,” said Kitty playfully.



“So we’re both rising to the challenge, so to speak,” said the Native American with a wry grin, “I’m willing to give you a warrior’s chance. But if at any point I sense something is wrong, I’m going to stop this before it gets serious. Understand?”



“Completely and in full agreement,” she said, still brimming with confidence.



“Then get on your knees and lean against the wall. Let’s do this little test of yours.”



Now Warpath was taking this seriously as well. Kitty had set this into motion and she was ready to see it through. She got into position just as Warpath said, rising up onto her knees with her hands pressed against the wall. Warpath got up from the bench and stood behind her, lightly rubbing his lubed up cock in the process to prepare himself. He placed one hand on her hips while holding his member with the other as he guided it towards her opening. It was very slick from the lubricant, but he was still cautious before entering.



“Okay Kitty, here it comes,” he warned her.



“Don’t bother telling me to brace myself. I’m ready for it, warrior!” said Kitty boldly.



Trusting her word, Warpath made sure the tip of his penis was right at her tight hole. He then used both her hands to lightly spread her butt cheeks. The Apache warrior took a deep breath before making his next move, knowing there was no going back now. Using only a faction of his strength, he eased his penis into Kitty’s ass. He went slowly. Even with the lube, she was really tight. It felt very good around his member, but he resisted the urge to just thrust into her. As he slowly slid his way into her, he felt her inner muscles relax to accommodate him. At one point when he was about halfway in, he felt he had reached a limit. However, Kitty wanted more.



“Don’t stop! Keep going!” she urged him.



“Are you...” Warpath began.



“I can take it! Plus, I want it! Go deeper!”



It sounded like an outight demand and Warpath listened. Still proceeding carefully, he pushed his dick in further. With every additional inch, Kitty’s breathing intensified. He couldn’t tell if it was uncomfortable or if she was enjoying it. But he kept going until eventually his dick was all the way inside her. At that point, he was impressed. This girl who had a deceptively small frame took his entire length into her ass. Moreover, she seemed to really enjoy it.



“Ooh I can feel it! So deep in my ass!” Kitty exclaimed.



“Damn Pryde! You...like this, don’t you?” grunted Warpath.



“I’ll like it even more if you start moving your hips! Go on! I can take it!”



He was beyond questioning her at this point. Setting his caution and concerns aside, Warpath let his lust take over and he started working his pelvis back and forth. Powerful sensations soon followed, the extra tightness of her ass really squeezing his dick in a very intoxicating way. He still made sure to temper his strength, but he didn’t treat Kitty as if she was overly fragile either. He steadily built up a strong sexual rhythm, one that focused on the quality of each thrust over the quantity. He was extra thorough, making sure his dick was all the way in her ass before he slid it out almost all the way. When he thrust it back in, he felt Kitty’s rectal muscles tense accordingly. As the pace built up, her sharp gasps turned to blissful moans.

“Oh yes! Ohh yes! Fuck my ass! Fuck it! Ooh I love it!” she cried out.

Warpath responded by speeding up the pace, further testing Kitty’s smaller stature. She took on the extra fervor like the hardened X-man she was. She was able to hide the initial discomfort at first. Even though she had done this with Piotr before, it was still somewhat painful initially. However, the lubricant did it’s job and she was able to adjust her inner muscles accordingly. She even started rocking her body back and forth along with Warpath’s thrusting, helping to guide his member in and out of her ass. It was amazing to think she had been so skeptical about how anal sex could be pleasurable at first. She had since learned that human anatomy was every bit as amazing as mutant abilities. She even reached down with her right hand and started fondling her pussy, further adding to the sensations.

This test of Kitty Pryde’s durability and stature continued, quickly becoming lost in a daze of lust. Warpath’s dick slid in and out of her ass, each thrust maintaining what he surmised to be the limit of how much of his strength that Kitty could take. He kept a firm grip on her hips and bent his knees slightly so he could thrust into her at just the right angle. Kitty continued to moan and grunt, her body pressing up against the wall each time she rocked her hips. As Warpath drew out the feeling, she continued fingering herself with more fervor. The feeling continued to build, eventually getting to a point where they both craved more.

Having shown considerable restraint to this point, Warpath finally allowed himself to get creative. With his manhood still buried in her ass, he demonstrated his powerful strength and lifted her up in his arms. It caught Kitty by surprise, but in a good way. Still facing away, she reached behind and grabbed onto his neck while he held her just above her knees. Showing both strength and balance, he started bouncing her up and down his dick with the same tenacity as before. It was not unlike a display that Piotr would do while they were getting intimate and Kitty made sure to voice her approval.

“Oohhhh fuck! So...so strong!!” she cried out in delight.

“You...you really like it, don’t you?” grunted Warpath.

“I...I love it! Ooh keep showing me that warrior strength! It’s going to make me cum!”

Warpath kept out it, holding her thighs firmly as he bounced her on his cock more fervently. He started putting his legs into it, really driving his manhood into the depths of her bowels. This show of strength was really getting her going. She continued holding onto his neck from behind with one hand while rubbing her pussy with the other. These combined forces quickly sent her to the brink of orgasm. Her gasps grew desperate as both her pussy and ass throbbed in anticipation. When she reached her climax, she let out a high pitched squeal that actually left Warpath’s ears ringing. He had to slow down as he felt her inner muscles rapidly contract. Almost as surprising as her cries was the fact that her climax included a rare female ejaculation. It was yet another physical feat from this young woman that impressed the Apache warrior.

“Damn, Pryde! Are you always this loud?” he asked as he caught his breath.

“You’re just lucky...I didn’t phase through the floor on you,” said Kitty, her tone breathless from the throbbing sensations of her orgasm.

“That actually happened?”

“More than once I’m afraid,” she snickered.

Warpath was learning all sorts of new things about this girl. He heard rumors a while back that during one of Kitty and Piotr’s rounds of reunion sex, Kitty phased through her bedroom floor and landed in the rec room naked during a movie marathon with the young mutants. He thought it was just another typical dirty rumor, but now he wasn’t so sure. It left him both impressed and eager to see more from this girl. Kitty seemed to sense that as she turned her head and kissed along his neck.

“I think you’ve shown enough strength for me, Warpath. Now it’s my turn!” she told him in a fittingly feline tone.

“And how do you plan on doing that?” asked Warpath, now genuinely intrigued by what this girl had planned.

“Sit back down and I’ll show you!”

Warpath grinned in anticipation as he complied with her request. He had still been holding her up in his arms for the duration of her climax. His legs were getting tired anyways and he could use a breather of sorts. Before sitting down, he lifted Kitty up off her so that it was easier to move. She stayed close as he sat down where he had been sitting earlier, his penis still reddened from so much activity. Once seated, Kitty positioned herself so that she was standing between her legs and still facing away. She then lowered herself as if she was going to sit down on his lap, reaching behind and grabbing his dick so that she could guide it back into her ass.

“Just relax and let me get you off in a way worthy of a warrior,” she said with a playful purr.

“Just don’t phase me through the floor with you,” he joked.

“No promises.”

Despite her inner muscles being a bit sore from her earlier orgasm, Kitty toughed it out and started bouncing up and down the Native American mutant’s length. She moved at a much greater pace than he had earlier, relying more on quantity rather than quality. As she worked his member in and out of her, she clenched her rectal muscles as hard as she could. This earned her some very favorable reactions that motivated her even further.

Warpath’s grunts quickly grew more ragged as tightness of Kitty’s ass overwhelmed his manhood with sensation. She leaned forward a bit and held onto his knees for leverage so she could work it as hard as necessary. As the feeling escalated, he gripped the back of the bench to the point where his strength caused it to splinter slightly. He jerked his hips up slightly with each movement, but left most of the work to Kitty. It took a bit longer than expected to get him close, but even when it finally drew near she didn’t let up.

“Come on! Come on, Warpath! Do it! Fill my ass with your cum!” she urged him.

The Native American responded only with heightened grunts as he was poised for his sexual release. When it arrived, he closed his eyes and let out a war cry of sorts as he released a load of his semen deep into her ass. Even as he ejaculated, Kitty kept on moving to maximize every sensation. It was only when it started burning that he finally encouraged her to slow down. As her fervent motions eased, her rectal muscles squeezed every last drop of his fluid out of him. It was not a typical show of strength by any measure, but it was still deeply satisfying.

“What do you say, Warpath? Have I settled any lingering concerns about my petite stature?” teased Kitty as she rose up off him.

“To a certain extent, yes,” he replied coyly, “Knowing you can handle anal sex so well does force me to reassess some of my previous assumptions about you.”

“Were your assumptions really that low beforehand?” she questioned.

“Let’s just say I didn’t see how you could measure up to a guy like Peter and I’m not just talking physically. I can’t be the only one who thought you two were mismatched.”

“You’re not sadly,” said Kitty, rolling her eyes a bit.

“Speaking as a guy strong enough to arm wrestle him on weekends, I can say that it’s not easy finding a woman who can handle the pressure. I’m sure he’s told you this, but guys like us gotta watch ourselves every day. We practically walk on egg-shells, worried we may hurt someone we care about if we flex the wrong muscles.”

“Yes, Peter and I have had that conversation. I like to think we’ve worked past it.”

“And I wouldn’t have believed you until just now,” said Warpath proudly, “After what we just did, I now know you’ve got more strength than your frame would indicate. That along a kinky side that I’m sure any Russian farm boy would appreciate assures me your both strong enough.”

Kitty laughed as she stretched out a bit, allowing some excess fluid to spill from her ass. She couldn’t help but feel accomplished in proving to Warpath that she was stronger than she looked. Proving such strength to an Apache warrior made the sex all the more satisfying and there was plenty more to prove as the ritual continued to unfold.

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Up next: Jean and Laura surprise some new partners while Rogue enlists additional manpower