Belasco Revisited

Required Disclaimer: I'm not Stan Lee. I never have been. I wish I could be paid for my stories, but I also wish I could fly without technology.

Note: This is based on Uncanny X-Men #160, where Kitty finds a very different kind of Kurt in Belasco's realm. However, what happens after they meet is my own dirty invention. That’s what little plot there is. Now, enjoy!

Kitty wandered the halls, looking for her friends. Where could they be?

“Kitty?” A familiar voice hailed her. With relief, she turned and saw Kurt standing there, waiting for her.

“Oh, fuzzy elf!” She ran to him and hugged him. “I’m so glad to see you!” She felt warm and comfortable in his arms, glad she’d gotten over her silly fear of him at last. In fact, she felt very warm and good. Her hips moved back and forth against … his tail? His tail was between her legs. What was it doing there?

With an effort, she looked up at him in shock. “Kurt! You … you shouldn’t touch me like that!” She made no effort to pull away, though, because it felt too good. The tip was teasing her clit alone, now, and she reveled in the hot tingly feeling it created. He had snaked his tail around the back of her left thigh. The body of his tail pressed up against her cleft, exciting her further.

He leered down at her. “What, Kitty? You said you were glad to see me. I’m just giving you the chance to prove it.”

His tail flicked faster. She still felt strange, but good, and she dismissed her worries. This was Kurt. He was just making her feel welcome. Yeah. That was it.

He held her close. One of his large hands closed over her breast, rubbing her nipple, while the other stroked her rear. She trembled. It was so good. “Get rid of that uniform, Kitty, and I’ll believe you’re glad to see me.”

She eagerly stripped, all thoughts of the others or their position here or anything else vanishing like snow. All she wanted, had been wanting, was this. This was what she’d hoped Piotr would get to soon. Too bad for him. He’d have to wait in line now.

His tail pulled her close again. He raised the odd skirt he was wearing to reveal his naked, erect penis. It was blue, uncircumcised, and very thick. He knelt and pulled her legs open over his knees, rubbing his cock between her legs forcefully. She undulated against him, panting with desire. “Please, Kurt, please.” She was dripping wet, sliding over him quickly.

He pushed her on her back to the floor, raised her legs, and shoved inside her with one hard thrust. She gasped at the sudden pain and invasion, and he gave his first real smile. “I am glad to see you, Kitty.” He brought his tail around again, rubbing her clit as he slowly withdrew from her aching cunt. “I am glad to hear you, Kitty.” He grabbed her hips and thrust deeper this time. She wailed in excitement. He was so thick, so good inside her. She moved with him, trying to draw him deeper with each lusty push inside. “I am glad to fuck you, Kitty!” Her eyes widened, and she felt she was going to lose all control. She screamed, then panted, her muscles twitching, as her body quivered in its first orgasm and clenched his cock harder inside. He was panting now, too, and fucking her harder and faster with each moment. His cock grew thicker and felt hotter and she suddenly remembered something. “Kurt, you should stop, I could … ” Hot wet sperm gushed into her, and he howled.

“ … get pregnant,” she finished lamely, as he gave a few final pushes into her channel and then grew still.

“Ja, I know. I hope you do. I’ve been wanting this for some time, Kitty. I didn’t think I’d have you before Piotr did, though.” His cock remained buried inside her, and he began stroking her clit again, his tail rubbing moist against her.

“What?” She was confused and tried to pull away.

“Nein, Katzchen. You stay right here.” He held her down, his powerful arms pressing against her shoulders, as his tail began arousing her again. “I like the idea of you being pregnant. Don’t you?”

“No.” She pushed at him, but he didn’t move. “Kurt! Let me up.”

He slapped her face, hard. “You stay as you are, Kitty, or I’ll really hurt you.” His face revealed a growing excitement as he pinched and stimulated her.

She started crying. He started thrusting into her again. “I like the idea of little Kurt growing in you, Kitty, especially if you don’t. It makes me hungry.” He gave a wide, wicked smile and she recoiled in horror, despite her growing sexual excitement.

“You … you’re not Kurt. Kurt wouldn’t hurt me or do this to me.” She pushed at him again and jerked her hips up to meet his cock, unable to stop her reaction in time. He lost his temper, raising his hand to hit her once more. She shrank back in fear as the rest of the team rounded the corner and he grew within her, coming into her unwilling pussy again as her rescuers came to free her.

They were all very kind to her afterwards, of course. Poor Kitty, being “raped” by an alternate Kurt. She rested comfortably in her room a few days later, Piotr by her side, taking a break from worrying about Illyana.

She still felt that aching lust rising within every time she looked at the real Kurt now. She knew, though, that he would never have sex with her while she was still so young. So she turned her attention to Piotr. She knew he wanted her. She just had to find the right trigger for it.

“Piotr?” she asked, breaking into his story about the day Professor Xavier found him.

“Da, Kitty?” He broke off and leaned over the bed, his chair tilted forward.

“I’m worried about all this. I mean, the effects it will have on me later in life.” She twisted her hands, silently urging him to come closer.

He nodded, his face showing his own concern. “You will get better, though, Kitty. You are strong.”

Darn it. He wasn’t doing what she wanted. She pretended embarrassment and looked away from him. “Do you think you could just hold me for a while? I’d feel better if someone I knew, someone I cared about, could hold me and make me forget … him.” She peeked at him through her eyelashes. His eyebrows lowered, not quite frowning, and he shrugged.

“Okay. Move over, Katya.” He got on the bed beside her, lying on top of her covers, and put his arm around her shoulders.

This would never work at this rate. She patted the covers. “Please? I’m also feeling kind of cold.” Between my thighs, that is, she thought wickedly.

He removed his shoes and then tucked himself in next to her, holding her close. Ah, yes. This was far more like it. She rubbed her face against his chest, snuggling into him. He held her stiffly, but relaxed as she did nothing more threatening than cuddle for a few minutes.

“Peter?” She glanced up at him, ready to start phase 2.

“Yes?”

“Thank you.” She kissed him, sweet and slow. He groaned.

“And again.” She kissed him for a second time, rubbing her nightgown-clad body against his. He was getting excited. She felt it.

He held her mouth to his when she would have let go and slipped his tongue between her lips, playing with hers. She relaxed and opened her mouth, enjoying the feel of his hard male body against her own. His hands roamed, back and front, so she captured one and brought it to her breast. At that, his eyes flew open and he pulled back from her. “Kitty,” he said in disbelief, “what are you doing?”

She looked at him wantonly, holding his hand to her breast with both her hands. “Making good memories to drive out the bad ones, Piotr.” She rubbed his hand against her aching tit, eager for more.

He swallowed and then spoke. “But, Kitty. This is wrong.”

“Is it?” She straddled him and rolled her hips against his erection. “I’m not a virgin any more, Peter. I know what I want. I want you.”

His hand began tentatively stroking her breast. “But … so young … rape …”

“It wasn’t rape, Piotr.” She pulled her nightgown off and continued rubbing her clit against his penis. His eyes were glued to her breasts as she swayed above him. “I didn’t want to get hurt, but I liked what that Kurt did to me. The sex part, anyway. I’ve been hoping you’d feel better soon and fuck me.”

His hips moved in rhythm with hers, but he sounded doubtful as he answered her. “Kitty, you’re still just so young. It’s not right. We should wait.”

“Why?” She tossed back her hair and raised her arms above her head. His eyes followed her breasts and his hips pushed strongly against hers. “I want you. You want me. We’re both ready, willing, and able. Especially you.” She moved her hand to his zipper and he closed his eyes.

She opened his pants and pushed them down a little, then pulled his cock through his boxers. He moaned. “Kitty, you…”

She swiftly brought her mouth over him and he gasped. “Kitty, you … should not … oh, Kitty.” She licked him and strongly sucked him. He made interesting noises when she did that.

He pulled out of her mouth and looked her over, then threw her down on the bed and pulled his pants off. “Turnabout is fair play, right, Kitty?” He spread her legs wide and licked her wet pussy hard. She panted and tried to pull his head closer. Thank goodness. At last.

She began feeling that odd, sweet tension that meant she was about to come, and she gripped the bed tightly with both arms, head thrashing on her pillow. His tongue, his mouth, it was wonderful/intolerable. The tension broke as she came, twisting and turning and begging for more.

He filled her cunt, hard and warm, sliding into her easily. Her narrow pussy gloved him, squeezed him tight, and he ardently screwed her, pulling and pushing, until his own orgasm overtook him, and she joined him.