Under Her Spell

DISCLAIMER: Marvel nor any of it's characters are owned by myself nor do I hope or want to make many money off their likenesses.

Mostly PWP, may add more later in an actual story if demand is there. My first fic, PLEASE crit and comment.

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Another week gone, another job done. The rain poured down from overhead, drenching the massive figure walking down the streets of New York City, his body shielded from the wetness by a fancy brimmed hat that looked like some 1930s mob accessory and a black leather trench coat.

The rain had all but cleared the streets at this hour, no one wanted to be wandering around in the torrential downpour. The combination of darkness and solitude had painted quite a bleak picture around the figure, not that he seemed to mind. The only thing making the scene any less dreary were the soft red and green glows from neon lights, warm, inviting.

XXX, Live Girls Nude, Girls Girls Girls, Exotic Mirage… The last caught his eye. One final drag on his cigar, illuminating the strong jaw of the man, the clawed fingertips, the blonde facial hair that was a bit too thick and a bit too soft for a normal persons, more like a mane, fitting really. He flicked the stubby cigar butt aside before heading in, out of the rain.

The gentlemen’s club was surprisingly clean considering the array of low-class strip joints located all around it, carpeted in a deep red that shimmered like velvet. There was even a doorman, Victor Creed was surprised to note, that took the wet hat and coat of the massive new guest..one of few this evening. Creed wandered in, adjusting the cuffs on his suit before those keen eyes began perusing the stages, girls dancing wearing little scraps of clothing, g-strings, nipple tassels, a couple down to just their bottoms, coaxing tips from the men ogling them with their breasts bouncing naked and free.

Another glance around revealed that one of the dancers was just leaving, the stage she was at had no one at it as it was in the slow night. Perfect, a new dancer all to himself. Victor wandered over, situating himself at a table just within some shadows, obscuring his face despite the proximity to the stage, able to practically reach out and touch whoever may venture to the edge of it. The one who did slip onto the stage, however, was certainly a shock to Victor.

She was, of course, flawless. The stiletto heels, silver in color, forced her calves to flex in a truly delectable way, helping to define those beautiful legs, powerful, muscular legs with just enough plush to them to make them womanly. Those of course led to hips that were quite possibly possessing the most graceful curve of any woman’s hips anywhere. She sauntered out onto the stage, legs kicking sassily out in front of her, criss-crossing ever so slightly as she sashayed toward the pole in the center of the rounded stage. That slight kick to her step cause her gorgeous breasts to bounce ever so slightly, fighting the restraints of her lacey silver bra, threatening to simply evacuate the skimpy material at any moment.

Of course…It wasn’t the knockout body that really shocked Creed, it took much more to surprise a man like him. No, the real treat was in her hair, long flowing locks of snow colored beauty. Combined with the bright blue eyes there was a sharp contrast between the milk chocolate colored skin of the dancer shimmying up the pole before him, the X-Man, rather... X-Woman, this nothing if not a woman.

Under normal circumstances at seeing one of Xavier’s pups these days he’d likely grin, snicker, and proceed to either make threats, or follow them through. Tonight, however, seeing Ororo Munroe up on stage, throwing that perfect leg around a pole to show off that glorious heart shaped rear, he could do nothing but let his jaw drop, hidden thankfully by the shadow. That massive clawed hand slipped into his suit jacket, pulling out a large wad of cash a moment later. When her attention was skewed, spinning as she did so around the pole, her body bent over backwards to show off those perfect breasts. He tossed several bills onto the stage, close enough to her that she wouldn’t need to get close.

She gave him a mischievous smile as she left the pole, crawling over on hands and knees to pick up the bills and tuck them into her g-string. She tossed a wink to the figure shrouded in darkness before sliding back to start writhing up against the pole once more, her legs straddling either side of it as she ground against it suggestively, her head falling back, eyes closing, mouth opening in false ecstasy. He’d be lying if he said that sight wasn’t at least a bit of a turn on.

Truth was, despite the arousal, the growing hardness in his pants, when she turned her back to him and lifted her hands, about to undo her bra, he spoke against all odds..

“No.” His voice was deep, but whispered just slightly, masking the true origin, in case she’d recognize it. She turned back, looking to him, astonishment and puzzlement on her gorgeous face, eyes almost doe like in her state. That of course caused her to be that much more appealing… the innocent turned naughty, doe eyes and g-strings.

“I want you. Alone.” He stated, nodding to the side of the room, a series of doors set up along the wall, private rooms where one could have a private strip show, no touching, of course.

She offered a coy smile then, her hands finally falling away from her back, fingertips trailing around that heart-shaped rear for his enjoyment before she nodded just slightly, white waves bouncing a bit before she headed toward the back of the stage, three fingers held up as she mouthed the words “Number Three,” disappearing into the curtain a moment later. He gave a low growl to himself before he stood up, heading toward the designated room.

The room was simple, a plush velvet bench lining the round room along the wall, a simple chair in the center with the same covering. The ceiling, of course, had mirrors, as did sections of the floor, and the walls as well. Creed entered, sitting in the center of the room, giving a light grunt at the situation, smirking a bit.

Moments later a mirror moved out, a small door, a shapely leg in stiletto heels placed on the plush cushioned bench before the rest of the dark-skinned beauty stepped out. She hadn’t even looked at her viewer before she’d closed the door again, and when she finally did she was wishing she hadn’t closed it… as there was no handle on that side.

Her face tightened in something for a moment..shock..fear..simple surprise.. it was hard to tell really, even to Creed, who simply offered a light, wolfish smirk.

“Surprise,” he offered, quietly, a chuckle escaping as he watched her uneasily lower herself to the standard seated position on the bench across from him. “Don’t worry. I won’t hurtcha. Got no reason to, b’sides, I just come here t’watch tonight.”

Despite his declaration, she obviously wasn’t trusting him at the moment, holding herself just away from him, arms crossed over her breasts defensively. He laughed lightly at her posture. “Aww, I make y’uncomfortable Stormy? Don’t you worry yer pretty little head. If I was gonna ‘hurt’ ya, I’d jus’ let it be known t’some o’ yer X-Pals what y’do on yer nights off. M’sure they’d love t’hear that yer strippin’ t’pull in some extra cash.”

She gave an indignant look at that, her eyes narrowing, setting stubbornly as her arms suddenly came away from her chest as she sat up straight, her bra-clad breasts jutting out with the action. “I am not stripping for the purpose of making money, Victor Creed.” Her voice had its usual authority now, demanding that he believe her. And he would, for now at least.

He gave a nod, an approving smirk, before motioning to her. “Alright, then do yer thing, do whatever it is y’come here t’do if it ain’t jus’ fer money.” He mused, leaning back into the chair a bit, arms folding over his chest now.

Those eyes, set so stubbornly a moment ago, slowly faded into a passive look, before a sultry one took over, her eyes locking on his, smoldering. She stood then, long leg stepping out to stand just before his feet, the other soon following. Her knees were between his know as she stood up straight, bending over just a moment later, getting right in his face, whispering huskily, “I hope you are capable of handling my..’thing’ as you call it.” She offered a saucy wink before stepping back.

His lips were soon thinned in a grin, his feral canines even showing a bit as he watched her. She sat on the bench again before him, her rear on the very edge. This suited her purpose as she spread her knees wide, her hands on each, her eyes on his. Despite the smoldering look she was giving him, so arousing in and of itself, he couldn’t help but take a glance at what may be exposed below, that g-string of hers so skimpy as it was.

What he saw he couldn’t help but gulp a bit at, swallowing thickly. The lacey material was stretched to its limits over her womanhood, barely covering the slit between her smoothly shaven, chocolate colored lips. The skin was flawless leading out to her thighs, which he followed after staring for several moments. He saw her hands next, following them up her arms, a short stop at her breasts looming in their bra before he once again looked into her eyes, still staring back into his own, her face totally passive.

The combination of her teasingly erotic pose and the intense gaze was certainly arousing, bringing back old memories of when he’d seen her in those tights she used to wear, shredded from various injuries, exposing the dark skin beneath. He’d wanted her then, wondered what it’d be like to take her captive, ravage her… He was calmer now, less enraged by bloodlust so easily, but he still couldn’t help but imagine, fantasize, hunger for.

In an effort to keep from jumping her right there, or showing how totally she had him under her grasp from such a simple thing as spreading her legs, he spoke, conversation would help. “So if not fer money..why d’ya do it?” He growled out, the growl unintentional, his lust taking over..she hopefully wouldn’t be able to tell.

And she couldn’t..Creed was always gruff, “Because I enjoy it.” She answered, simply, smartly. The sassy four word response was accented by her hips sliding forward a bit more to the edge of the bench, knees spreading wider, doing the splits now essentially. The movement caused his eyes to lower, just in time to see that thin strip of fabric slip, falling from one of her delicious lips, only to be trapped ‘tween them a bit, still mostly covering the other, as she closed her legs just slightly once more.

Being able to see that one outer labium so clearly defined in its entirety nearly caused Creed to choke, her action so very obviously deliberate, yet so minute. He composed himself however, focusing on her breasts, as her eyes were too intense. Her breasts, however magnificent they were, were as of yet being left alone by here, a simple increase in cleavage from her arms pressing them together, “Obviously..But why d’ya enjoy it, Stormy. Wouldn’t think you th’type of girl t’get her kicks out of getting’ naked.”

“You would be surprised”, she offered, her tone flat, as she followed his eyes. She sat up then, no longer hunched over, pushing out her chest a bit more. As of yet, however, it was still ‘safe’ for him to gaze upon. She let them stay that way for the moment, explaining further, as she knew he’d ..’enjoy’ the answer. “I have always enjoyed being nude, the freedom of body it allows is always relaxing, if not enlightening.” She trailed off, her arms slowly leaving her thighs, the hands going behind her, which arched her back out, forcing her breasts to strain once more against the lacey material of her bra. She unhooked the clasp, the material, a bit small anyway to improve cleavage, nearly popping off. She slid her arms along her body then, the straps falling from her shoulders, moving infact to ‘happen’ to fall along her inner thigh, once again obscuring the view of her nether regions.

Creed glanced for a moment at her breasts, so perfect, so firm, the dark chocolate nipples slowly hardening into peaks even as he watched. He had to look away, the bra hiding things below enough that his eyes could find refuge there.

“Recently,” she continued, “I have noticed how much I enjoy the fact that a woman’s body can bring a man to his knees with want and desire. To be desired, that is something every woman wants. I merely welcome it more openly than many.” She smirked, ever so slightly, as she saw his eyes ‘hiding’ from her. She reached down, gently flicking the bra so it fell to the floor, once again exposing that single labia while the other remained hidden with the g-string.

As she expected, his eyes snapped away, for the moment, “Victor. Look at my breasts.” She stated. A moment later and his eyes were there, locked on those perfect orbs once more.

“Ah see..” he said, boldness coming back to him a bit..he wasn’t going to be under her power like she wanted, no sir. “Well, you’re gonna have to try harder’n that to get me whimperin’ on my knees.” He offered a dangerous, challenging smirk as his eyes rose to meet hers. “You wanna be desired,? Fair ‘nuff, y’got it, I wanna fuck yer brains out. But y’ain’t got power over me”

She raised a brow, surprised at his challenge. She would’ve thought the animal in Creed would’ve been lusting so strongly by now, perhaps she would have to try harder. “A challenge..how refreshing.” She stated, her naughty smirk returning for a moment. She moved to reach down with a single hand then, ‘tween her still spread legs, taking the edge of that fabric that’d dipped between her lips with her manicured nails, pulling the seam out to rest once more on her, covering the slit again. Though she was covering herself up again, the pure confidence in her stance and deliberateness of her actions, coupled with the intense gaze into his eyes..She knew it’d turn him on.

And indeed, he was forced to gulp once more as he watched her fingers with interest. “An’ now what..That yer secret weapon? Coverin’ yerself back up? Shit Stormy, I thought y’could do better’n that. Perfect tits an’ a g-string ain’t gonna get me whimperin’.” He challenged her, eyes back on her own, narrowed in the challenge.

Her eyes left his then, traveling down his own body. His legs, spread in the relaxation, had a definite bulge down his inner thigh, the fabric of his dress slacks lifted by the head of his hardened cock pressing ‘gainst it. She couldn’t help but raise her eyebrows a little in surprise, he was bigger than she even expected, the ‘peak’ just a couple inches short of a foot away from where she imagined the base of his manhood was.

“Impressive, Creed. You say you wish to have intercourse? But how? There are so many options. My mouth..” She started, fingertip coming to tuck into her bottom lip a moment, before trailing down. Her other hand raised then, her hands gripping her breasts, squeezing, pushing them together, “or perhaps between my breasts..” she continued, hands falling away after giving her nipples a pinch with each hand, a sharp intake of breath – for his pleasure more than hers.

She glanced up from his cock, after giving it a hungry look that she told herself was acting, looking back to his eyes intensely as her hands traveled down her flat stomach. Her hands separated then, coming apart to slide down her inner thighs, “or here..” she taunted, thumbs coming to hook the straps of her g-string, pulling it down just a bit, the fabric falling to expose a small white line of pubic hair and the very top of her hood before it snapped back into place. Leaving him with that teasing image she closed her legs, turning over to stand up, hunched over the bench with her elbows on it. One hand came behind her then, to grip the g-string and pull it to the side, exposing her perfectly smooth labia to him once more, ‘tween her thighs, “or from behind..”

The ambiguity of whether she meant simply doggy style or other things made his mouth water, his dick flexing involuntarily against his pants as her fingers let go of her g-string, the material snapping back along her flesh, but tucked between her thigh and outer labia, exposing the bottom portion of her nether regions. She turned back around then, once again sitting on the edge of the bench, legs spread wide, the lower half of her womanhood still exposed to him.

“All o’ the above, Stormy..” Creed growled out when she was looking at him again, seemingly awaiting an answer. He gave a grin, eyes lingering on her groin, the soft ebony folds that were exposed. He licked his lips, visibly, as they dried on him, his breathing having long since increased to heavy, slow pants.

“Victor? What are you looking at?” She asked, her voice coy, almost innocent, even as she spread her legs a bit wider, taunting, the fabric coming to flip over her outer lip again just slightly, covering her a bit more, caught by her inner folds now at the bottom.

He gave another low growl, staring still. “Yer pussy, Stormy, whatdya think.” He sounded irritated, and he was, he was enjoying the view and she went and ruined it. He glanced lower then, catching the mirror below her, grinning ever so slightly, the new angle was definitely interesting, certainly nice.

“Oh.” She replied, as if she was surprised. “Well in that case, here,” she started, reaching down, closing her legs quite a bit before she gripped the g-string in her fingers, pulling it aside wide, exposing those deliciously smooth labia, the tempting hood ‘tween them and the white little strip above it.

Creed growled again, grinning lightly, staring, just getting in to studying her features before she let the cloth snap back, situating it again to cover her. “Your turn.” She demanded, with a mischievous grin, “Take out that big, beautiful, cock.” She emphasized the last word, knowing that it’d take him off guard, despite her current actions, she was still Storm, still proper. He blinked a bit, eyes centering on her own blue orbs, shocked a bit indeed.

“Well? Come on, I want to see what you want to fuck me with. Take it out so you can imagine it plunging into me, see it thrusting, making me scream.” She taunted still, eyes centered on his before she looked hungrily toward his lap.

He grinned wide, reaching down to undo his belt, his zipper lowered, pants pulled down a bit. She wasn’t surprised to note that he wasn’t wearing any underpants, but when he reached to lift out the massive rod, she couldn’t help but be once again amzed. This time she hid it though. She stayed passive, nodding once, leaving her summary to herself. “And now it is your turn again. What would you like to look at?” She asked, coyly, smirking a naughty smirk to him.

“I wanna see pink.” He growled out, cock flexing in his lap, totally exposed and rigid, sticking up. It was impossible to miss it, really, that solid ten or more inches of white flesh against the black of his suit. “Show me yer pussy, now.” He demanded of her.

She gave another coy smirk, standing up now, taking a step toward him. “Very well,” she sighed, before turning around. She bent down before him as she started pulling down the g-string, spreading her legs a mere few inches to give him a teasing glimpse of her lips once more, the suggestion of sex from behind again. She stepped out of her g-string then, looking over her shoulder coyly, biting her fingertip as it was raised, shrugging her shoulders in ‘bashfullness’ waiting to turn.

“Dammit Stormy. Turn th’fuck around.” He growled, arms flexing, resisting the urge to grab her however.. He was in a strip joint, not a whore house..And he’d follow the rules at least.

She nodded, turning to look away, smirking slightly..she was getting him. She turned around standing there nude from the ankles up before him. Her hands came down to run along her thighs, just outside the mound of her nether regions. She stepped closer then, closer still. She was right against the chair know, his cock actually protruding past the chair, elevated between her knees. She lifted her left leg then, spreading it wide as she stood there perfectly still with a ballerinas balance. She moved to lean over him, her heel coming to rest on the back of the chair behind his shoulder.

His eyes gazed above him as she started spreading her legs so close to him, leaning down a bit to get a better view. He gazed intently as she did the splits above him, pressing forward so her womanhood was a mere half dozen inches or so from his face. Indeed, he could see a bit of the pink deep within her chocolate folds. “More.” He growled, demanding, his cock twitching a bit.

“Very well,” she replied, reaching down with one hand, her fingers, together, smoothed over the whole of her pussy before she spread her fingers, pulling her labia with them. She moved just slightly to the side as well, her knee touching his cock, resting against the warmth there. He grinned as he stared, but she only allowed it for a moment before she pulled her hand away, hiding the pink flesh deep within her from his view, stepping away quickly as she moved to sit cross-legged on the bench, leaning back, arms down at her sides, a smirk on her face.

“Christ..” he growled, giving a grin as he stared up at her before she was backing away. He watched her walk away, sitting across the room a bit again, covering her groin, her breasts still exposed, of course.

She smirked after a few moments, raising a brow, “What would you like to do now, Victor? Are you still hoping to fuck me? To shove your cock up deep into my ‘pink’?” She asked, even as her legs uncrossed, though did not spread, merely giving him a glimpse of what lay between them.

He chuckled lightly, “You betcha..so why doncha come over here an’ sit on my lap an’ we’ll have some fun..” He suggested with a grin, eyes raking over her form hungrily, cock bouncing once with need.

“Mmmm….” She thought for a moment, appearing to actually consider it as she looked up, her finger coming to tap at her teeth while she offered a cheeky smile, her other arm coming to rest under her breasts, offering leverage for her elbow to rest. “No..No. I do, afterall, enjoy being nude so. What better way to feel liberated than to enjoy one’s own body?” She asked, calmly, even as she lifted one leg, resting her foot on the bench, spreading her legs wide in doing so, exposing herself once more.

Creed raised a brow as she spoke, about to ask her what the hell she was talking about until her hand snuck behind her thigh, coming around to touch upon her folds with her fingertips, tracing her outer lips tenderly. Eyes widened then as he watched intently. She had him. He didn’t even know it, but now she had him. She could have him on the ground begging if she wanted…but why bother begging so soon. She had scarcely touched herself before she pulled away.

“Silly me, you are my guest, would you like a closer view?” She asked, once more coyly as he nodded immediately affirming her. She smiled, standing and striding toward him, her leg quickly coming up to rest her foot on the back of his chair again, nearly kicking him with the sass she threw into the cock. She leaned forward then, placing her pussy just above his face once more, her knee touching the hot shaft below.

“Look what you do to me Creed..Look what seeing your cock does..” She spoke in little more than a whisper, her voice a quiet moan. He looked on intently indeed, staring at the now glistening folds. He thought he smelt something, but didn’t notice it in his lust.

He grunted a bit, his cock flexing, the flesh rising against her leg, so smooth. He was at a loss for words, simply staring up at her. She spoke once more, even as a hand slunk down to dip a finger deep within her folds. She pulled it out, shining lightly with the slick wetness of her. “Oh Victor…look what you do to me..my cunt is so wet…” She said slowly again in her half-moan. “Do you want to taste it?” She asked, after several long moments of pause, holding the finger in front of his mouth, just below his nose.

He inhaled deeply, smelling first her moistness directly from her womanhood before she moved that finger below his nose, clouding his senses with nothing but that delicious smell. He tried to resist for a moment, tried with all his might to not fall under her spell as she was trying to do. Yet against all his might, he couldn’t deny that soft leg against his cock, nor the sweet musk flooding his senses. His tong snaked out, licking along her finger, tasting her juices as he growled out in lust.

“Stormy…if y’don’t move yer pussy ‘way from my face in about five seconds..I’m gonna be getting’ a much better taste.” He warned, hands clenching at his sides. It was taking every ounce of strength he had to not grab her and fuck her senseless.

“Do it.” She spoke clearly, demanding, there was no playful coyness, no acted sultry moan, just pure, honest, Storm. That was in turn what sent him over the edge. He gripped her thighs quickly, slamming his face up into her pussy, his tongue jutting deep within her, flooding his sense of taste with the juices now, that sweet nectar from her beautiful womanhood.

She gasped in surprise as her hands came down to grip his head, both for support and to shove his face deeper even as her hips ground toward him, covering his face in her wetness. “Oh goddess..” she whispered breathlessly, legs shaking with the strain of standing in such a precarious position. “C-..Creed…I’ll…F-…Fall..” She managed to hiss between ragged pants and a few moans that were starting to come forth.

He gave a growl, ferocious, hungry, lifting her legs so that her thighs were resting on his shoulders, his hands coming up to support her back as he stood, moving the two of them to the floor, where he lay her down surprisingly gently onto the mirrored surface.

“Oh goddess,” She repeated, her hips writhing still, back arching high in pleasure, pushing her breasts out toward the heavens as her legs gripped his head, trying to get him in further. With a growl he gripped her thighs and spread them apart, holding her hips still as he spread her wide once more, to the limits of the flexibility she’d shown earlier. He backed up a moment to stare at her soaking wet pussy, his tongue flicking out hungrily a few times to lick at her clit.

“Five seconds t’leave or I’m gonna fuck ya..” he ‘warned’, reaching down, pulling his pants away further so nothing would be in the way. “Five..” He started the countdown off, staring up at her face even as she rolled on her near orgasm, back arching still, eyes closed in bliss and anguish at the same time from the pleasure he’d caused and the total lack of touch now.

“One.” She demanded in a whimper, Victor Creed obliging as he licked her pussy once more before taking her legs and pulling her beneath him, his cock slamming into her in one quick motion, filling up her nether regions more fully than she never thought possible. Her eyes opened in awe at the feeling of completion, before the blue was hidden once more as his mouth descended on hers in a ragged kiss, hard, hot, heavy. She could taste herself on his tongue, something she’d tasted before to taunt visitors, but off his tongue it was different… she truly enjoyed it.

“God damn yer tight..” He grunted out as he lifted one thigh to his hips, the other spread wide. He was pounding into her, hard, rough, taking her for his own. It was something she never thought she’d be experiencing..let alone enjoying. He now had her under his spell. She found herself in the throes of passion thinking she may submit to a man, this one, if only he would do this to her more often.

He kissed her again, before she could even finish fathoming the new feeling of being fucked, claimed, by Victor Creed. She could taste herself again on his tongue, the tongue that had been inside her moments ago, inside her because she’d turned him to jelly with her taunting. The thought put her over the edge, her inner muscles clamping around Creed as she came on him, milking his rigid cock,

Yet he wouldn’t come. He was too strong for that. She found herself panting heavily, exhausted already, boneless from her mind shattering orgasm, and yet she could already feel another approaching as his cock slammed into the rigid flesh at the front of her womanhood.

She didn’t even notice his hand had gone to rub at her as she came until it was up by their faces again. Her eyes were closed in bliss, just feeling, but she could hear him grunt out “God you taste good.” Before she felt his wet fingertip at his lips. She obediently opened her mouth, lifting her head even with eyes closed to suck off her juices, licking her own lips afterward, she’d come on his cock, she couldn’t help but enjoy the taste.

“Go’damn. Y’like that Stormy?” He grated out, his voice shaking now, his thrusting faltering a moment, apparently she’d surprised him yet again, he liked the fact that she liked her own cum..she liked it more now..”mm” she moaned, in contentment, eyes still closed. A moment later there was another wet finger at her lips, she gently took it in her lips and sucked hard, pulling back slowly, mimicking what she’d do to his cock given the chance.

He made the connection too, the thought sending him overboard, his thrusts becoming harder, faster, deeper. He kissed her again, hard, no love within it, just lust, animal lust. With a final controlled thrust deep within her he came hard, pulling his face back as he grunted heavily, thrusts becoming more sporadic as his own body weakened a bit.

Those last thrusts had sent her over the edge as well, that second orgasm ripping through her body, arching her back, pressing her breasts against him. Her inner walls contracted around him, milking him properly this time as she slammed her hips against his, trying to get every last drop out of him.

He collapsed a moment later, supporting himself a bit so he didn’t crush her even as she lay boneless herself. A moment later and he rolled over, bringing her with him so she was laying on him, cock still imbedded deep within her. Neither one spoke for several minutes, his dick slowly softening within her, juices flowing down it from the both of them.

After still several more minutes, she spoke, her voice coarse from the screams that had ripped from her lungs the second time she’d come. “I do so enjoy making men quiver before me with want..” She offered, almost playfully, a smirk on her lips. She pulled her lips from his cock then, before she was sliding down his body, as if to leave. She stopped, however…reaching with nimble fingers to take his half-hard cock up, her wicked little tongue slowly reaching out to touch the flesh, licking up to the top like, cleaning his flesh of their combined juices.

“Christ Stormy..” He panted..yes..she was, definitively the one in control still..He hardened up again as she licked at him, healing factor kicking in a bit.

“Mmm..you taste wonderful as well, Victor.” She mused, mirroring his own statements earlier as she licked down his shaft, cleaning it completely with her hot moist tongue before she trailed lower, licking cum from the base of his cock, sucking a thick strand of his own that had trailed down to his scrotum.

His eyes had now closed in bliss, knit lightly, wondering how in God’s name he’d missed out on her for so long. He felt her vacate the premises of his groin, moving to straddle his face, perched on her heels. “Victor, I want you to watch this..” She pouted out. When he did indeed open his eyes he saw her pussy spread directly over her face, glistening with her cum, a thick drop of his own milky load flowing out from where he’d deposited it deep within her. Her hand lowered, fingers dipping into her, coaxing the hot cum out a bit more, coating her fingers with it. She cupped her fingers a bit to gather it all before lifting her hand up, his eyes glued on it.

“You. Are. Mine.” She demanded as she stared into his eyes, tilting her head back and letting their combined cum flow from her fingers into her mouth, sucking her fingers clean a moment later before swallowing with a sated grin afterward. “Until next time..” She mused, standing up, pulling on her g-string, taking her bra with her and wandering out the door.

He lay there on his back, eyes staring at the mirrored ceiling, cock firm and raised above him. He was scarcely even moist anymore, her tongue having done such a good job of cleaning him. “…Where th’fuck y’been…” He said to ‘her’, though she’d long since left.

After several more moments he finally came to enough to pull his pants up, clear his throat of the choked lust he had. And saunter out into the street, where the first hints of light blue were starting to fall over the streets as the sun rose far in the distance.