Being Good Has It's Advantages

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The mutant leader is attacked in his home, but his concept of death is not what he thinks.
It sorta rhymes, I guess it was intentional…I guess.
This is the first version of this I’ve made a few changes on another one I’ll see how this one does before I put up the other one.

Being Good Has Its Advantages

The mansion was empty, nothing but him and his thoughts. Silver wheels etched in ‘X’s’ gleamed down the hall. His study, his sanctuary awaited his presence. Entering, the room was dark and cold, the lights not working. Beams of moonlight filled through out the bay window. Weary, he wheeled to the leather sofa and scooted. Relaxed, he closed his eyes listening to nothing. Bright silver eyes pierced the darkness. A grin of fangs and a soft pink tongue licked predatory lips. Mind blocking, staying downwind and stealth a friend.
Predator stalks its prey, no one to help. Sniffing his scent of Brut filled the air around him. Reaching the couch, hands glided up the Dockers to his manhood, a slender finger curls into his waistband.
‘What?!’
‘Shhh,’ the sultry voice whispers.
A slender figure sits on his chest, leaning in face to face. Clearly a woman, he licks his lips, mind probing useless. A finger touches his lips, while another glides up and down his neck slowly and seductively. His chest began rising and falling from her touch.
‘What do you want?’
‘To kill you, make you die in the deepest depths of Hell.’
He began to protest but found her soft lips on his. The intruder slid her body parallel with his while deepening the kiss. He grabbed her wrist trying to push her off but only got a hot wet tongue darting gingerly in and out of his mouth. He became weak, loosening his grip. Soft fingers intertwined with his and he held her tight. Cool air suddenly rushed instantaneously, lips and tongue were parted.
‘Continue or stop?’
A twitch in his long deserted region answered her question. Despite fear, a wanting over took common sense. One light kiss upon bro brow, nose then lips. Straddling, zipper falls, treasure found buried for so long too long. Air cools it; hot hands bring it to life…Life. A raspy gasp, a tug of hair, warm mouth up and down. Visions blurred, thoughts gone.
‘Faster please,’ he demands.
Sudden thrust upward, involuntary assault to his killer’s mouth, acceptance her only response. Finger slide under wool covering, nails claw at hot flesh relinquishing short gasps. Pulls her up snatches quick kisses, fondles over skirt zipper, shirt, and underwear. Amazed at his excitement death forgotten a new energy surged through him.
‘Enjoying your pleasure?’ escaped her lips through his.
‘Yes…,’ he breathed.
He sat up and placed her down, soft face shone in the moonlight.
*Beautiful* he thought to himself, a smile traced her features. His lips touched every part of her, landing on her vertical smile. Warm caressing tongue searched within her, trying to clench but does not succeed. Her long soft legs curl around his neck, keeping her pleasure in place. He licks her peak tip of his tongue fire rushes towards her chest back to her stomach.
‘The old dog still knows some tricks,’ she gasps.
‘I’ll show you ‘old dog’,’ he snickers.
His well-known arch of the eyebrow graced his face. Bodies’ flow to the floor, hands tangled pinned to plush. No loving gestures or woos of affection. His panting stalker gasps from sudden compression. Carpet friction burns her back; her ‘prey’ never takes slack. Hard and fast pummeled mercilessly, frantic thrusting, they both holler. His hips grind she holds on tight, giving and receiving pleasure through this night.
‘Don’t stop! Don’t stop!’ fills the darkness.
‘Do..I..still plan to die?’ he whispers in her ear, feeling his brink near.
‘Yes..God yes,’ she moans scratching and digging his skin.
He wants to know why again he’s fated to die.
‘You deserve it. You’re too good for this world, your heart is too open, a slow painful is my gift to you,’ is her reply.
He wanted to stop what could he do she felt so good her warmth around him. Not since Moira had he felt this height. The waves began slowly pushing, pushing.
‘Oh you feel so good,’ he screamed.
Holding her hips plunging in her depth flesh slapping flesh her screams manifest. Heavy panting escapes widens her legs she pulls him down looks in his eyes near the brink now. Bodies shift as one up and down they rock, she begs and pleads he never stops. Push harder go faster escapes her lips the ocean crashes he fills her to the hilt he explodes as much as he can inside her prolonging this his intent, trying to concentrate his mind and body spent.
Death is near he comes to grips. He accepts the inevitable. She flips him over he remains inside her fangs catches the moon face full of pride. Receives a kiss from her lips weakened fro the moment releases herself with one thrust of her hips. Her clothes on as quickly off, his sweat soaked body lies on the floor.
‘When am I to die?’
‘Sweet sweet Xavier…you already have.’
‘I do not understand I thought you were going to kill me.’
‘No I said you were to die. You died within the depths of the deepest ‘hell’…Shakespeare Xavier. You came inside me with fervor and pinned up lust, to me Hell is a pleasuring pain, tortuous ecstasy, just like making love to a woman. Don’t you agree?’
Trying to sit up the use of is legs useless once again.
‘Why me?’
‘You truly deserve it. You give your life to people, why not get something back.’
The heat of his body began to rise again, she could feel it, it made her own body heat rise, she shivers from the feeling. She got on her hands and knees, crawling, stalking as she did before.
‘Did you enjoy it..enjoy me?’
‘Yes I did.’
‘Do you want me again?’
‘If I say no?’
She slips her skirt off along with her shirt and bra kneels taking him in her mouth again. He sucks in air through his teeth and moans audibly.
‘Somehow, I don’t think you’ll say that.’

The next morning….
Eyes wide hushed gasps
What is seen was never fathomed
He was a man after all, sometimes forgotten
The father figure the guidance counselor admired confidant
He awoke black locks across his neck
‘Good morning,’ she moans
‘We have company,’ he says with surprise
Rising her head off his chest she smiles at the group
Looks at her lover and in a swoop
Gives him a big mornin’ ‘how do you do’
It again gave a little twitch under her leg concealed
Moving his hard on revealed
The guys ‘whoa’ the girls squeal
She raises an eyebrow
The Wolverine pushes out the gawkers but Kurt ‘bamf’s’ back inside
Gives them a wink and yell’s
Go Professor!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Fin.