Unchained Instinct ( Complete)

Chapter 88


“Here we are,” Monique said and pulled Logan into the cottage. She tugged him towards a doorway with a bed softly illuminated just beyond.

But a wave of painful desire raced through Logan’s body and he grabbed her, pulling her close, his mouth coming down on hers hard and demanding. He let out a low growl and nipped his way down her neck, across her collar bone and back up to her mouth.

“You are the eager one, lover. I want to see all that animal instinct come out. I want to feel the power of your primal beast.”

Monique’s words had a strange familiarity to them. Not exactly word for word, but something in the tone sent a tendril of warning into his brain.

A hand slid down his back, pulling his tucked shirt out of his jeans. The warmth of silk skin skimmed over his bare back, kneading his muscles. Over his ass, the hand moved and pulled him closer and Monique’s body ground against him.

Logan felt his cock hardening with need, throbbing with the same painful desire.

Why was the need so painful? It never was like this with....with....who? Someone. Dark hair, blue eyes...no golden...blue...gold.

Sensation overrode distracting thoughts, Monique’s hand moving to cup his cock through his jeans and rubbing.

Logan let out a gravel laced moan.

“To bed, lover. I want to take you in bed.” The smooth flow of words hid something meaningful underneath.

Logan followed like a dog on a leash, his breath laboring with his need. His cock felt like a metal pylon between his legs, his balls heavy like a sack of rocks.

Monique shoved him onto the bed and let her strip him down to naked flesh. She smiled in the dim lamplight. Not a seductive smile, but one of triumph, of victory.

Another wave of warning crashed through Logan brain, but then she was there, naked and beautiful, her hands moving up his thighs, caressing his cock.

“Come for me, Logan,” she said, her body aligning itself along his side. One long slender leg slid over his, forcing his legs apart.

She worked him hard, squeezing his balls until pain mixed with the pleasure of her stroking.

“Where’s my beast? Where’s my animal?”

Bending over him, Monique’s lips caught Logan’s, tongue forcing it’s way into his mouth. That final infliction of sensation overwhelmed Logan’s body and he came, the force of his orgasm spewing out of him in wracking spurts.

Yet the need for release didn’t diminish...desire unsated...need unmet.

Logan hissed and growled and grabbed Monique, rolling her under him. He felt his lips pulling back from his teeth, a snarl growing in his throat.

Still, Monique smiled that triumphant smile.

“Yes, my lovely beast. Show me just how primal you are. Show me the real you, Logan!”

She pressed up against him and the need rose up again. Logan bent to devour, Monique giving back what he gave. They rolled, each seeking domination over the other.

Her strength amazed Logan, not at all what he expected from a human woman. And when he looked into her eyes, he knew Monique was no more human than he.

Smile faltering as though she sensed his mind working too hard, Monique gripped his cock, working him again. That sensation wash over him again, washing away thought. He let out a howl and forced her legs apart. But they rolled again and Monique sat on top of him.

Rising up over him, Monique gripped Logan’s cock and positioned herself over it. She slammed down onto him with a driving force, grinding her cunt against his groin. Her hair flew back when she sat up and a laugh exploded out of her as she began to ride him.

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“What’yadoin’ Gumbo?”

Gambit looked up from his position at the lock on the door to the cabin and offered Rogue a quizzical expression. “Pickin’ the lock, mom ami.”

Kurt suppressed a grin in spite of the grimness of their business. These two made quite an interesting pair.

“Fuck the lock,” Rogue replied. “Blow the damn door off its hinges.”

“Very steathful, Rogue,” Kurt injected.

“We don’t need stealth, little brother,” Rogue shot back. “We need a big ol’ honkin’ surprise”

Kurt put his hands up in acquiescence when Gambit gave him nothing more than a shrug.

“Ah better do what the lady said.” Gambit flicked out a card and they moved back from the door several feet. Infusing the card with explosive energy, Gambit then flung it at the door with arcane accuracy.

The blast rocked Kurt on his feet and when the dust cleared, the door hung only by one hinge but the sturdy stone cottage still stood without much sign of disturbance.

“You got a great aim, Remy,” Rogue offered and stalked toward the door with Pietro’s speed and Rogue’s own fury.

Kurt followed, anxious and at the same time fearful of what he’d find.

The look Logan had given him in the inn’s lobby sent a sharp knife edge of pain slicing through his heart, stabbing through his gut. No recognition. No consideration. No love or care. No nothing. Kurt wasn’t sure if he wanted to scream or just plain retch from the anxiety and fear, the heartache...and yes, the betrayal. Even if Logan’s state of mind was drug induced, couldn’t Logan have fought it? Couldn’t he have, at least, tried?

Stop it!

Kurt took a deep breath and let it out in a rush, shoving by the broken door and into the cottage.

Rogue was screaming at Mystique and Mystique screamed back, two banshees ready to tear each other apart, circling like wolves looking for an opening.

Logan writhed on the bed, naked chest heaving. His cock stood straight up, hard as metal and visibly throbbing. Growling moans of what seemed to be pain, poured from Logan’s mouth.

“Mein Gott! What did she do to you!” Kurt ran to the bed. “Logan!” He pulled his lover into his arms and held on while Logan writhed in obvious agony.

“What did you do to him!!” Kurt’s scream stopped the two women’s sparing.

“I gave him what he wanted,” Mystique said with a sneer marring her Monique beauty.

The outrage Kurt thought he’d lost spewed up out of him, hatred and rage and agony of spirit infused his body and all but consumed his soul. He “ported” between Mystique and Rogue, forcing both women to stagger back a pace.

“Answer me!” Kurt snarled, grabbing Mystique by the shoulders, his fingers digging into her flesh. “You drugged him. He’s in agony. Fix it. Do something to help him or I swear I’ll kill you.”

Mystique laughed, sending a chill of dread and despair down Kurt’s back. “Don’t make me laugh, child. You don’t have it in you to kill me. You’ve proven that more than once. You’re weak, my son and you can’t handle a man like Logan. So I took him for myself. And it was as good as I dreamed.”

A primal growl rose up inside of Kurt, his fingers moving to grip Mystique’s throat. With viscous intent, Kurt shoved Mystique against the wall, slamming her hard enough to knock the breath from her. Her triumphant smile disappeared and a light of fear flashed.

“Logan is mine, Mother!” He shook her hard, her head banging against the wall. “You can’t have him!”

A howl of agony tore at Kurt’s fury, his heart nearing the breaking point with the sound of his lover’s pain. “Fix it!! Help him!!”

“I’d rather see him dead,” Mystique sneered, “than let him bed my son one more time.”

“You bitch!” Rogue growled.

Another howl of pain from the bed distracted Kurt, giving Mystique an opening. She shape shifted, slipping from Kurt’s grip.

Doubt and dual need tore at Kurt. Logan needed him, but then Kurt needed to deal with his mother before she could hurt one more person.

A hand landed on Kurt’s shoulder. “Logan need you, chere,” Gambit drawled. “Let me and Rogue take care a Mystique.”

Vengeance rose up inside of Kurt, the desire to “take care” of Mystique nearly overwhelming his desire to care for his lover. But reason and love won out over revenge and hatred. Kurt offered a nod and a stern expression. “Don’t let her get away.”

“She won’t.” Gambit gave his cockiest grin and headed over to back up Rogue.

Kurt ran back to the bed where Logan continued to writhe in drug induced sexually agony. A steel grip clamped onto Kurt’s arm and Kurt looked down into Logan’s blazing dark eyes.

Lust and rage fought for domination within that gaze. Teeth gritted together and a growl so primal it sent a wave of terror through Kurt’s marrow and straight into his soul, issued from Logan’s mouth.

Logan moved, rolling Kurt under him and a hard mouth pressed against his, tongue pushing between his lips.

Confusion battled desire within Kurt, his uncertainty fighting his feelings of betrayal.

Think of Logan, not yourself.

Should he give Logan what he needed sexually? Or would that just make matters worse?

“Logan, listen to me,” Kurt said around Logan’s mouth. “I want to help you. Please. I don’t know what to do.”

Logan shuddered with restraint, his muscles quivering with the strain. “Elf.” The word came out strangled. “It...the pain...oh god...it hurts..like nothin’...I’ve ever felt.”

“Oh Logan.” Kurt drew a hand across Logan’s cheek, pushing unruly hair from his lover’s face.
“What do you need from me? I’ll give it to you. Whatever it is, take it.”

A familiar expression crossed Logan’s tortured features, one of love and worship and grave doubt.

“Yer too...good for me.”

“Stop it,” Kurt replied gently.

A new wave of pain nearly doubled Logan over and Kurt pushed Logan onto his back. He gripped Logan’s cock, working him. Logan let out a moan, hands grasping at Kurt with urgency.

“Oh god! It’s gonna explode!” Logan cried out.

“Relax, Logan. Let me help you,” Kurt replied in a soothing tone.

Within moments, Logan’s orgasm pumped out of him, hard throbbing pulses of cum shooting out. But nothing seemed to change, Logan’s need rising just as fast as before.

“Damn you!” Kurt snarled Mystique’s way and began shedding his clothing even as Logan grabbed for him. “But we don’t have to do this here.”

Kurt wrapped his arms around Logan and with a pop and a puff of sulphur, the privacy of their own room and softness of their own bed were the only witnesses to what had to be done.


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“It’s time for you ta pay, Mystique,” Rogue said, advancing on her quarry. “It’s time to put you where ya can’t harm anybody else.”

“And you think you’re the one to do that?” Mystique replied. “I don’t think so, little girl.” Mystique whirled and kicked out, sensing Gambit coming up behind her, landing the arch of her foot solidly in Gambit’s solar plexis.

He grunted and fell back against the wall

“Where are you when I need you, Pietro,” Mystique muttered.

Rogue offered a grim smile. “Sorry, your accomplice won’t be comin’ any time soon.”

Mystique’s eyes blazed with realization. “You interfering little brat. You’ve done nothing but ruin everything I’ve ever wished to accomplish.”

“Ah’ll take that as a compliment,” Rogue shot back. “Now this thing needs ta be done. Let’s just get it over with.”

With a shimmer and a flutter, Mystique changed, her raven form heading for the door way. Rogue lay on a burst of Pietro’s speed, blocking the doorway, bare hands ready to send Mystique into oblivion.

But the raven pulled up, curving just out of Rogue’s reach only to crash into Gambit’s embrace.

“Hold onta her, “ Rogue shouted, running back to Gambit.

Mystique thrashed in Gambit’s grip, pecking at his eyes and nose, gashing his face with her sharp beak.

“Hey now, no need for that,” Gambit said, shaking the bird till it’s head flopped back and forth. Then a snake formed out of the bird, hissing and striking at Gambit’s face. “Enough a this. Rogue, do your thing, will ya, please?”

Rogue grinned at him and reached out with her bare hand, laying it on the striking snakes back.

Thoughts and recent events flooded Rogue’s mind, the seduction of Logan, the knowledge of the drug and that there was no antidote for it’s cruel effects. Only time would drain it from his system...if he didn’t go mad before that happened.

She felt Mystique’s triumph and her lust for Logan and even the dark, twisted devotion she had developed for Kurt. She felt Mystique’s sadism and self-righteousness bordering on madness.

When Rogue came back to herself, Mystique lay on the floor unconscious and Gambit was in the bathroom cleaning the blood from his face.

She offered a wary glance over to the bed, but it was empty, both Logan and Kurt gone. The smell of sulphur lingered in the air.

Noises came from outside the cottage, people gathering to see what or who had blown the door off it’s hinges.

“We’ve got company, Remy. Is there a back door ta this place?”

He came out of the bathroom wiping his wet face with a towel. The wounds inflicted by Mystique stood out raw and still seeping blood.

Rogue reached out to him then realized her hand was bare. Pulling back, she slipped the glove from her belt and slid it on with a wisp of regret.

“Saw some french doors headin’ out the back, chere. We better take our prize and head out.”
He picked up Mystique’s inert form, slinging her over his shoulder and lead the way out.

They headed for the shelter of the trees where they’d left Pietro, avoiding the milling crowd of gawkers and the inn security.

Pietro wasn’t where they’d left him.

“I guess this means I won’t be getting paid,” came a voice from ten feet away. Pietro offered a sigh and a shake of the head. “That’s always Mystique’s problem...ya know? She bites off more than she can chew and never knows when to let go when it isn’t working.”

“She’s not gettin’ a choice this time,” Rogue replied.

“And if ya don’t wanna end up where she’s goin’, Ya oughta high tail it outta here,” Gambit added.

Pietro gave them a mock salute. “Advice well taken.” And he was gone.