The Best LAID Plans

Kitty and Kurt slept together on the cot. It was a snug fit but they were both slender and Kurt spooned behind her with his tail wrapped possessively around her leg. They both dozed for a few hours before waking in the middle of the night. Kitty had been having pleasant dreams and woke to find herself rubbing her bottom against Kurt's pelvis. When she woke up enough to realize what she was doing, she stammered an apology and held herself still. Kurt didn't answer her, she wondered if he had noticed. Then his hand moved from her shoulder to her waist and hooked in the back of the boxer shorts she wore for pajamas. She started to protest automatically but he growled a warning and she stopped.

Kurt tugged the back of her shorts down over her bottom and hips. He didn't bother to remove them completely and she wondered how alert he was. His body was awake. His erection throbbed against her and she felt herself heat up and become instantly wet. She bit her lip and remained still, allowing him to roll her over onto her stomach. He moved his other hand underneath her to cup her breast. He squeezed it clumsily and Kitty was certain that he wasn't entirely awake. She smiled to herself; she was a little giddy that she had the opportunity to observe Kurt's more base and instinctive behavior. The thought made her more excited and she had trouble keeping still out of anticipation.

Kurt locked an arm around her neck, anchoring her shoulders to his chest but not restricting Kitty's air. He held her half on her side and half on her stomach, playing with her breasts, with the other. He pushed into her hard and started a fast rhythm; the friction was almost painful and also exciting. He was grunting panting behind her like an animal and she began to whisper encouragement to him. Urging him onward. He started talking too. It was mostly German but when she started answering him he switched to English.

"Mine." He rasped. "Only mine." He squeezed her breasts and kissed the back of her neck. "No other man can have you, ever. You saved yourself for me and I'm keeping you." His words became harsher, rougher. "Loved you for too long to let you go now." Kitty froze at his words. "Never let you go. Mine now. Always mine." In spite of her surprise, Kitty climaxed shortly. Kurt continued to thrust into her, his words became more urgent as he neared his own completion. "I'll make you come for me every night." He snarled before erupting inside her. He fell asleep shortly afterward and Kitty crept out of bed to the bathroom where she cleaned herself up. She returned to the cot but instead of re-joining him in the blankets, she picked up her knapsack and phased out of the cabin. She needed to get away, and her best chance of escape was to go now, right after he'd satisfied her.

Kitty cried for most of the trip home to the mansion. She hadn't left a note for Kurt. He would know where she'd gone. She made very good time and walked into the mansion at around three in the morning. She wasn't expecting anyone to be awake, but when she passed the kitchen, a voice called out to her.

"Hpintpint?" Logan was sitting at the table in the dark, smoking a cigar. She wiped her nose on the sleeve of her shirt and cleared her throat. He got to his feet and walked over to her. "Did the elf hurt you?" His face was a mask of concern.

"No, I'm fine." She said, swallowing the last of her tears. She was home now and he wouldn't be able to return for a few days. "It's been a long day and I just want to sleep in my own bed." She was too tired, both physically and emotionally to be embarrassed. Logan knew what she'd been doing and she didn't care.

"Uh, Kitty?" Logan held her at arm's length and looked very nervous. "I'm not good at female stuff, but do you need any kind of pills for anything?" She shook her head. "Are you…okay otherwise." He looked supremely uncomfortable. Kitty knew that he was asking.

'm n'm not going to attack you in a surge of unbridled lust if that's what you mean." She said tiredly. Logan looked relieved. "Kurt was sleeping when I left, and he'll probably call tomorrow. Don't let him come home till he's normal again." A tear slipped out of the corner of her eye. "And don't let him talk to me."

"What did he do to you, Punkin?" Logan asked.

"The worst possible thing." She replied. "He told me he loves me." She lay her head on Logan's broad chest and cried. He patted her hair awkwardly. He wasn't very good at this.