The RainBow Connection.
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X-men Comics › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
9
Views:
4,171
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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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.
Cahapter 7: Satisfation
Chapter 7
Chapter
7
Satisfaction
Disclaimer- I don’t own the X Men. I do, however, own this bag
of Ruffles, and I’m not sharing! Ha Ha Ha Ha!
AN-I know, I know that’s two Rolling Stone songs in a row.
*Knoc Kno Knock* *Knock*
P gro groaned in frustration, the
sound awakening him from his mid afternoon slumber.
Gradually, he heaved himself out of his frighteningly comfortable bed
and lurched toward the offending knocking. He yanked the door open, intending
on giving the noise maker a harsh talking to, until he saw the visitor.
“Skylark.’ He yelped, trying hard to keep lewd
thoughts from entering his mind. But it was a futile battle. She had obviously
just recently finished practicing, her unitard, tight
against her body, her hair mussed as if she has just been doing another form of
rigorous activity. Her intoxicating smell of sweet and strawberries saturated
Piotr’s deprived farm boy mind at the same time her taut unsheltered nipples
clouded his vision.
“Piotr I…I ...” She furrowed her brow, searching for the
right phrase, “about what…what happened before.”
The
young man huffed dejectedly, his whole form seeming to wilt.
“Da Skylark? “
Reddening severely, she gazed at her hands.
“I want more. “ The winged girl
squeezed her eyes tightly, pursuing her lips.
Piotr beamed, ecstatic that she wanted the same thing he had been
yearning for all day.
Hurriedly, the Russian giant gathered her into his sturdy arms, and
began to kiss her with a hunger that he had been harboring for the last two
months. She repaid him with the passion of a girl who was slowly driving
herself mad with sexual frustration and unexplained desire.
After a fabrication of perpetuity, she pulled away, her breath coming in
short gasps. Piotr violently pulled her back into his arms, crushing her mouth
into his.
“Wait.” She cried into the crazed male’s oral
cavity. Realizing what was happening, he
reluctantly let her go.
“Da Skylark?” He questioned gruffly, his
breathing also hard. She tried with no avail to control her rushing pulse.
“I…you make me feel funny…here.” She
took his outsized hand and placed it upon the apex of her thighs. She looked
eyes, her own filling with shame,
” My Mother always told me it was a
sin to feel this way.” Piotr moaned softly, recognizing that the
flimsy material which covered her, had become incredibly moist.
“Nyet Skylark,” he grunted, willing himself
not to move his fingers in small pleasurable circles, “If it was I would be
going to Hell, because that happens to me every time I see you.”
She slipped out his grip all the way after that remark. Wrapping his
arms around herself, she whimpered,
“Then please teach me how to get rid of it, its torturing me.” As he
began to advance towards her she stoped him. “No not
yet... I want to take a shower first.”
He nodded letting her leave the room. When
she was gone he sat on his bed, eager about the lessons that he was planning
for her.
Chapter
7
Satisfaction
Disclaimer- I don’t own the X Men. I do, however, own this bag
of Ruffles, and I’m not sharing! Ha Ha Ha Ha!
AN-I know, I know that’s two Rolling Stone songs in a row.
*Knoc Kno Knock* *Knock*
P gro groaned in frustration, the
sound awakening him from his mid afternoon slumber.
Gradually, he heaved himself out of his frighteningly comfortable bed
and lurched toward the offending knocking. He yanked the door open, intending
on giving the noise maker a harsh talking to, until he saw the visitor.
“Skylark.’ He yelped, trying hard to keep lewd
thoughts from entering his mind. But it was a futile battle. She had obviously
just recently finished practicing, her unitard, tight
against her body, her hair mussed as if she has just been doing another form of
rigorous activity. Her intoxicating smell of sweet and strawberries saturated
Piotr’s deprived farm boy mind at the same time her taut unsheltered nipples
clouded his vision.
“Piotr I…I ...” She furrowed her brow, searching for the
right phrase, “about what…what happened before.”
The
young man huffed dejectedly, his whole form seeming to wilt.
“Da Skylark? “
Reddening severely, she gazed at her hands.
“I want more. “ The winged girl
squeezed her eyes tightly, pursuing her lips.
Piotr beamed, ecstatic that she wanted the same thing he had been
yearning for all day.
Hurriedly, the Russian giant gathered her into his sturdy arms, and
began to kiss her with a hunger that he had been harboring for the last two
months. She repaid him with the passion of a girl who was slowly driving
herself mad with sexual frustration and unexplained desire.
After a fabrication of perpetuity, she pulled away, her breath coming in
short gasps. Piotr violently pulled her back into his arms, crushing her mouth
into his.
“Wait.” She cried into the crazed male’s oral
cavity. Realizing what was happening, he
reluctantly let her go.
“Da Skylark?” He questioned gruffly, his
breathing also hard. She tried with no avail to control her rushing pulse.
“I…you make me feel funny…here.” She
took his outsized hand and placed it upon the apex of her thighs. She looked
eyes, her own filling with shame,
” My Mother always told me it was a
sin to feel this way.” Piotr moaned softly, recognizing that the
flimsy material which covered her, had become incredibly moist.
“Nyet Skylark,” he grunted, willing himself
not to move his fingers in small pleasurable circles, “If it was I would be
going to Hell, because that happens to me every time I see you.”
She slipped out his grip all the way after that remark. Wrapping his
arms around herself, she whimpered,
“Then please teach me how to get rid of it, its torturing me.” As he
began to advance towards her she stoped him. “No not
yet... I want to take a shower first.”
He nodded letting her leave the room. When
she was gone he sat on his bed, eager about the lessons that he was planning
for her.