Wirklich ein Engel(truly an Angel)
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X-men Comics › Het - Male/Female
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X-men Comics › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
13
Views:
3,218
Reviews:
40
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own X-Men comics, or any of the characters from it. I make no money from from the writing of this story.
Liebchen
~*~*~*~*~*~Author's Note~*~*~*~*~
Once again, thanks so much for all your reviews! Sassy, I can't tell you how much I look forward to your kind words at the end of a long day. And, you have a kitty named Simba? Too weird, lol. Well this chapter seems to be the one you've all been looking forward to, so I'll try not to disappoint. On a side note, things are going to get much darker from here on out. ~~Athlea Kelly
~*~*~*~*~*~Previously~*~*~*~*~~
She found herself pressed against the cool tile of the bathroom wall, steam swirling around her ankles. He thrust his hips against hers, telling her in no uncertain terms how he felt. She was inclined to agree.
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His arms were wrapped tightly around her as he kissed along the nape of her neck, leaving little bites all the way to her collarbone. She could feel the interplay of tendon and muscle beneath that impossibly soft fur. It was as if she was noticing for the first time just how pronounced those muscles were. And they weren't huge, bulging things like captain America or the Hulk. No. He was lean, toned and perfect, with an almost feline grace.
She smiled, delighting in the feel of his hands sliding under her shirt and over her flat belly, cupping her breasts and kneading them almost absently. Tentatively she ran her hands through his hair, chewing her lower lip and boldly running her index finger over the tip of his pointed ear. He gave a low chuckle against her skin, glancing up at her with those incandescent eyes and she saw him flash that fanged smile before lifting her shirt over her head.
She gripped his shoulders convulsively, momentarily blinded by the black cloth, her hair in her eyes. She pressed closer to him, her lips resting on the crook of his neck. She could feel tendons and muscles work as he titled his head to regard her, and then pull away, kissing down between her breasts as his hands slid teasingly down to her hips. She shivered as he nuzzled against her bare skin, tongue flicking out to lick a trail down her stomach.
She looked down at him as his fingers untied the drawstring to her black scrubb pants, gently massaging one pointed ear, her free hand roaming his face, neck and chest. He paused as her scrubbs puddled around her ankles and rested his head in her hand like a sleepy cat, eyes closed and tail flicking rhythmically as he crouched before her.
She suppressed a moan as his hands slid down over her ass and he leaned forward, pressing his lips to her thigh, his fingers dipping below the hem of her black lace panties. She tilted her head back, taking a deep shuddering breath of the steam heavy air, trying to steady herself against the feel of his fingers brushing her sex as he removed that final garment.
And that was it. She stood naked before him, looking down on him as he crouched there, studying her intently, his hands on her hips, stroking her skin. And then he was reaching up, perhaps to caress her breasts again. But he surprised her, his hand resting against her cheek, brushing her hair behind her ear as he offered a small smile. She knew that no lasting romance would result from this. She didn't care. At that moment there was no one in the world more attractive than he and she was soon on her knees, pressing her lips to his with a need that frightened her.
She felt his phallus pressed against her flat belly, standing tall and proud as he crushed her to him, tongue slipping once more past her lips, diving into her mouth as he rose to his feet, pulling her up with him, flush against his chest. Her sex gave a pronounced throb. She needed him soon. She wrapped her arms easily about his neck, a small hum of pleasure escaping her, though it disappeared into his mouth. And then, without warning, he scooped her into his arms, stepping lightly into the shower.
Hot water pelted both of them, matting their hair and running in rivulets down the contours of their entwined bodies. Somehow, she wasn't sure and would never quite remember how, Ivy managed to get ahold of the bodywash she kept in the shower and used it liberally, slender fingers massaging his neck, back, and chest, working the sweet smelling stuff into a fine lather as he let his chin drop to her shoulder, eyes half lidded as he whispered things to her in German, his arms around her waist, his lips at her ear. Suds and water washed over her, bubbles clinging to her breasts as she pressed against him, the water from the shower head rinsing it slowly away.
His breathing was husky, his lean chest rising and falling with increasing rapidity, his grip on her tightening. His chrome yellow eyes locked on hers, as if asking permission, if she was ready. She nodded mutely, unable to speak past the raw need coursing through her. He gave a low growl, lifting one of her legs, his hand beneath her thigh as she was once more pressed against the cool tile wall. His tail lashed once as he plunged into her to the hilt and held her there a moment before he began to move. She squeezed her eyes shut tight, moaning past gritted teeth as he thrust in and out. He was bigger than she had anticipated. He filled her completely. He propped her thigh against his hip, repeating the motion with her other leg so they were wrapped around his waist. She clung to him, arms around his neck as he moved, impaled her on his phallus.
She felt his lips again dive between her cleavage while she writhed, squeezing around him, moaning with every other breath. She heard him growl and grunt against her skin, thrusting deeper, tempo increasing. She fisted a hand in his hair, practically howling. He rested he cheek against her chest, groaning. He moaned again as she took the tip of one of his ears into her mouth, sucking lightly. It served only to increase the force with which he moved in and out of her and that was just fine. He chuckled once more against her skin, retaliating by taking one nipple and then the other into his mouth, flicking his tongue over them, sucking and nipping.
Ivy moaned low in her throat, lost amid a jumble of sensations, his movement, the feel of his muscles twitching against her as hot water mingled with sweat, a stark contrast to the cold tile sliding against her back. Steam rose in a great cloud around them and she could see his tail tying itself in knots out of the corner of her eye. She fisted one hand in his hair, gritting her teeth, trying to hang on, to savor all of it for just a bit longer. Just a little longer. And then it rolled over her in a great wave, white hot and wonderful. She felt like she was sinking, though she still clung tightly to Nightcrawler's lean blue frame. Her eyes were squeezed shut, and when she opened them again she was laying down, propped against the back of the tub. Nightcrawler was draped over her, panting, and utterly spent it seemed. His head rested against her shoulder, near the crook of her neck, his arms resting limply around her waist. She smoothed his hair back from his face, running her fingers through the wet curls as he caught his breath. She didn't mind at all, laying there like that, cradling him as hot water ran in rivulets down her face, especially when she saw him smile.
Once again, thanks so much for all your reviews! Sassy, I can't tell you how much I look forward to your kind words at the end of a long day. And, you have a kitty named Simba? Too weird, lol. Well this chapter seems to be the one you've all been looking forward to, so I'll try not to disappoint. On a side note, things are going to get much darker from here on out. ~~Athlea Kelly
~*~*~*~*~*~Previously~*~*~*~*~~
She found herself pressed against the cool tile of the bathroom wall, steam swirling around her ankles. He thrust his hips against hers, telling her in no uncertain terms how he felt. She was inclined to agree.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
His arms were wrapped tightly around her as he kissed along the nape of her neck, leaving little bites all the way to her collarbone. She could feel the interplay of tendon and muscle beneath that impossibly soft fur. It was as if she was noticing for the first time just how pronounced those muscles were. And they weren't huge, bulging things like captain America or the Hulk. No. He was lean, toned and perfect, with an almost feline grace.
She smiled, delighting in the feel of his hands sliding under her shirt and over her flat belly, cupping her breasts and kneading them almost absently. Tentatively she ran her hands through his hair, chewing her lower lip and boldly running her index finger over the tip of his pointed ear. He gave a low chuckle against her skin, glancing up at her with those incandescent eyes and she saw him flash that fanged smile before lifting her shirt over her head.
She gripped his shoulders convulsively, momentarily blinded by the black cloth, her hair in her eyes. She pressed closer to him, her lips resting on the crook of his neck. She could feel tendons and muscles work as he titled his head to regard her, and then pull away, kissing down between her breasts as his hands slid teasingly down to her hips. She shivered as he nuzzled against her bare skin, tongue flicking out to lick a trail down her stomach.
She looked down at him as his fingers untied the drawstring to her black scrubb pants, gently massaging one pointed ear, her free hand roaming his face, neck and chest. He paused as her scrubbs puddled around her ankles and rested his head in her hand like a sleepy cat, eyes closed and tail flicking rhythmically as he crouched before her.
She suppressed a moan as his hands slid down over her ass and he leaned forward, pressing his lips to her thigh, his fingers dipping below the hem of her black lace panties. She tilted her head back, taking a deep shuddering breath of the steam heavy air, trying to steady herself against the feel of his fingers brushing her sex as he removed that final garment.
And that was it. She stood naked before him, looking down on him as he crouched there, studying her intently, his hands on her hips, stroking her skin. And then he was reaching up, perhaps to caress her breasts again. But he surprised her, his hand resting against her cheek, brushing her hair behind her ear as he offered a small smile. She knew that no lasting romance would result from this. She didn't care. At that moment there was no one in the world more attractive than he and she was soon on her knees, pressing her lips to his with a need that frightened her.
She felt his phallus pressed against her flat belly, standing tall and proud as he crushed her to him, tongue slipping once more past her lips, diving into her mouth as he rose to his feet, pulling her up with him, flush against his chest. Her sex gave a pronounced throb. She needed him soon. She wrapped her arms easily about his neck, a small hum of pleasure escaping her, though it disappeared into his mouth. And then, without warning, he scooped her into his arms, stepping lightly into the shower.
Hot water pelted both of them, matting their hair and running in rivulets down the contours of their entwined bodies. Somehow, she wasn't sure and would never quite remember how, Ivy managed to get ahold of the bodywash she kept in the shower and used it liberally, slender fingers massaging his neck, back, and chest, working the sweet smelling stuff into a fine lather as he let his chin drop to her shoulder, eyes half lidded as he whispered things to her in German, his arms around her waist, his lips at her ear. Suds and water washed over her, bubbles clinging to her breasts as she pressed against him, the water from the shower head rinsing it slowly away.
His breathing was husky, his lean chest rising and falling with increasing rapidity, his grip on her tightening. His chrome yellow eyes locked on hers, as if asking permission, if she was ready. She nodded mutely, unable to speak past the raw need coursing through her. He gave a low growl, lifting one of her legs, his hand beneath her thigh as she was once more pressed against the cool tile wall. His tail lashed once as he plunged into her to the hilt and held her there a moment before he began to move. She squeezed her eyes shut tight, moaning past gritted teeth as he thrust in and out. He was bigger than she had anticipated. He filled her completely. He propped her thigh against his hip, repeating the motion with her other leg so they were wrapped around his waist. She clung to him, arms around his neck as he moved, impaled her on his phallus.
She felt his lips again dive between her cleavage while she writhed, squeezing around him, moaning with every other breath. She heard him growl and grunt against her skin, thrusting deeper, tempo increasing. She fisted a hand in his hair, practically howling. He rested he cheek against her chest, groaning. He moaned again as she took the tip of one of his ears into her mouth, sucking lightly. It served only to increase the force with which he moved in and out of her and that was just fine. He chuckled once more against her skin, retaliating by taking one nipple and then the other into his mouth, flicking his tongue over them, sucking and nipping.
Ivy moaned low in her throat, lost amid a jumble of sensations, his movement, the feel of his muscles twitching against her as hot water mingled with sweat, a stark contrast to the cold tile sliding against her back. Steam rose in a great cloud around them and she could see his tail tying itself in knots out of the corner of her eye. She fisted one hand in his hair, gritting her teeth, trying to hang on, to savor all of it for just a bit longer. Just a little longer. And then it rolled over her in a great wave, white hot and wonderful. She felt like she was sinking, though she still clung tightly to Nightcrawler's lean blue frame. Her eyes were squeezed shut, and when she opened them again she was laying down, propped against the back of the tub. Nightcrawler was draped over her, panting, and utterly spent it seemed. His head rested against her shoulder, near the crook of her neck, his arms resting limply around her waist. She smoothed his hair back from his face, running her fingers through the wet curls as he caught his breath. She didn't mind at all, laying there like that, cradling him as hot water ran in rivulets down her face, especially when she saw him smile.