Blizzard

Mara hoped against all hope that nobody, especially Logan, walked in on them in their compromising position. But then again, that could be fun. Kurt worked his slick tongue lower until he dipped it into her navel, earning him a hushed gasp of delight. Kurt hurriedly worked her pants off from around her waist, taking her panties with them. With one long swipe of his tongue, he licked her slit, expertly circling her eager little clit with it, nipping at it and sucking it until she was about ready to scream. She dug her fingers into his hair, pushing him down further on her, wanting more. He placed one of his thick fingers at her entrance, seeing how wet she was, and slid it deep within her. Oh God but that felt good.

Mara rode his finger in wanton abandonment, loving how wonderfully thick it felt inside of her. She moaned softly, trying to keep her voice down, but as he curled his digit inside of her she let out a pleasured cry, it hitting just the right spot in her. But then to her disappointment he took it out of her, but then he kneeled before her and shed his own clothes, leaving his gloriously naked, furry blue body for her eyes to enjoy. She stared wide-eyed at the very large, very blue cock that was now jutting from his body. It was much bigger than she had expected it to be. He lowered himself back over her and he slid inch by inch back up her body. She felt his soft velvety fur gliding against her now supersensitized skin, and against her breasts, as soft as a feather duster brushing against her. His tail joined together with her own as he slid further up. Heat radiated from his body and enveloped every inch of her, from her head to her own furry toes, which were curling in delight as his face came to hover above hers.

Kurt grinned down at her, purely feral at that moment, his animalistic instincts taking over his drive and his control. He bit at her lower lip, turning it a muddy purple which quickly healed itself, and he drove his tongue again inside her, dueling with hers in a fierce battle for dominance, sliding itself against her fangs as she did his, roughly shoving himself nearly down the back of her throat, but she didn't mind. He wriggled his hips a bit and she felt the moist tip of his dick press gently against her folds, and then firmer, pushing himself between them and against her wet hole. She lifted her legs up and wrapped them around his waist. She tried to move her hips up to get him inside of her but he quietly teased and tormented her, rubbing himself against her in slow movements. She wrapped her arms around his neck and looked into his golden eyes.

"Please Kurt," she begged of him, her cheeks flushed with desire. An almost scary grin crossed his face as he looked down at her, the normal Kurt Wagner having been replaced by the animal side of him. With one hard thrust he filled her up. She cried out, feeling herself being stretched so fast, but he felt so good inside of her. Her fingers and her sharp claws dug at his skin, raking themselves against him, clawing at him, wanting him to move. His hips drew back slowly and then slammed back into her, starting his rhythmic pattern. "Ahh Gotte, Liebes, Ja," Kurt groaned out, his lips just barely above hers. Her hands unraveled themselves from around his neck and began to roam his muscular back, sifting through the soft fur there, feeling how damp it was from his sweat.

Kurt fucked her with all the strength he had in him, rocketing himself into her with reckless abandon. She felt his pole thrusting and pulsing inside of her, filling her up so good. He brushed his lips against her skin feather light, starting across her cheek, and then nuzzling her jawline and the crook of her neck, darting his tongue out to taste her flesh as he pumped into her. His strong tridactyl hands kept a firm hold on her shoulders, massaging them softly as he dove into her. The wet sounds of their fucking reverberated throughout the entire Danger Room and she was hoping that nobody would walk in on them.

Kurt worked and strained himself against her, fee her her muscles holding him in her like a vice, milking him and forcing him closer to cumming. Every time his hips came down on her they hit her clit and the head of his dick rubbed on her sweet spot as his balls slapped against her ass. Just the sight of him, breathing heavily, his eyes half slits above her, was the most erotic and beautiful thing she'd ever seen, and she was having a hard time holding back the oncoming orgasm.

"More, more, harder," she incoherently cried out as her climax started. She cried out and writhed beneath him, sliding her hands up his furry back as his mouth closed in on hers, stifling her yell as she came, hard, and she bucked against him, shivering, msucles tightening around him. He took his mouth away and kept it just above hers again, his eyes boring into her, yellow orbs of fierce desire and concentration as he moved against her drenched, gushing wet cunt. The muscles in hisk tik tightened noticeably and he threw his head back and howled before his cock shuddered, filling her up with his seed.

He pulled out of her, collapsing beside her for a few minutes. She laid beside him, her back pressed into his warm chest. She wasn't surprised when she heard him begin to purr loudly, and soon she felt the tickle in her own chest, and for the first time in a long time, she was happy and content enough to purr herself. After laying wiach ach other for a little bit she turned towards him and cupped his face in her hands and kissed him lightly on the lips. He smiled drowsily at her before they both cleaned up the mess on the floor that they made and they dressed. They smiled longingly at each other before Kurt ported away, and in good time too because the next thing she knew Logan was opening the door.

"Are ya feelin' any better darlin'," he asked her. "Yes, much better, thanks," she said, watching him as he looked at the broken punching bag. And then he took a good sniff of the air and looked at her strangely. It smelled like sweat and sex in there. Logan walked up to her, his eyes ablaze as he sniffed her neck and then her hair. "I don't think that's the only exercise you've been gettin', I smell Kurt in here," Logan said, looking at her accusingly. "Yeah, he said he hadn't seen you and he came in here and he, uh, helped me release some tension," she said, blushing. Logan grunted and turned to walk out. "Fine, but yer mine tonight then," he growled, shooting her a half lustful, half scary angry glare.

Mara was on her way up to change into some nicer clothes when Rogue stopped her in the hallway. She turned around, still flushed and sweaty, and looked at her friend. "There's some people waitin' for ya down by the staircase, ah think it's your dad and mom," Rogue said a little sheepishly. Suddenly nicer clothes weren't that important anymore. "Thanks," she managed to growl out, porting downstairs in a cloud of brimstone.

"What the hell are ya doin' here, mom why did ya bring him? Ah thought I told ya I never wanted to see him again! And ya bring him here to mah home? I tried to tell ya over the phone but nobody would listen to me! Mom, yer welcome here anytime, but you, you filthy fucking pig, you are not welcome here, at any time under any circumstances, do you know how bad you hurt me, do you? I came here in hopes of getting away from you! You were never a father to me and never will be, you hurt me and you hurt mom, that's why I don't understand her bringing you up here." "Listen Sugar, I never meant to hurt you," her father tried to say. "Oh, that's rich, really, than how come you forgot my own birthday? Get out, now, I don't want to see you here ever again," she roared. A crowd of students had started to gather around them, and Logan.

's 's eyes had turned bright red, her tail was doing flip flops behind her and her whole body shook with rage. With a blast of telekinetic energy she sent him onto his ass on the floor. "Honey, now don't you think you're being a little irrational," her mom tried to reason with her. "No," she spat out. "Are ya ok Mara," Logan asked, coming to stand beside her. "No, I want him out of here," she yelled and pointed her clawed finger at him. "My pleasure," Logan said and headed over towards the man, who was now starting to stand up again. "Just who the hell are you," her father asked. "Name's Wolverine," he said, unsheathing his adamantium claws, "and yer not welcome here."


Next chapter: Mara's father gets his ass kicked, Logan/Mara