Powerless

A/N: Alrighty, well, here's the story behind this. (Though this is probably WAY more info than you wanna hear...) I was horny like you wouldn't BELIEVE while writing this. I was nearly DYING because of it, so I wrote this as an escape. XD I was in an X-Men mood, and since I love Nightcrawler, I thought I might as well use him! What IS it with me and writing pointless hot sex about sexy demon boys?! So here it is... lots, and lots, and lots of hot, passionate sex with the marvelous Kurt Wagner! ;)

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I have had him so many times, and always, it’s not enough. Having him so deeply inside of me is the most wonderful sensation I could have ever known. It is better than any fantasy… better than all my admittedly erotic dreams of him. Reality with him is better than anything a person could dream. I doubt it’s just that he’s a mutant… but somehow, for some reason, he’s just amazing to have in me.
Tonight is no different. We meet again, in secret, our families and friends still ignorant. My house is empty, and we take full advantage of it.

With a soft bamf, he appears before me, a cloud of smoke engulfing him. Within moments, I’ve got my lips upon his blue ones, my innards having been aching to have him. I feel some pressure on my heart release itself as an agile tail wraps around my waist, pulling me into his tight embrace. I’d been waiting for this… waiting for it all day. I look forward to this every single day… it keeps me going.

Feeling suddenly bold, my hands are on his chest, and our feet are colliding, tripping over one another as I walk him backwards, onto the bed behind him. The back of his knees prod into the corner of the bed, forcing him to keel backward, and fall. I push him back, my hands running forcefully over his shoulders, slipping beneath his collar and touching his velvety blue skin. His mouth breaks away from mine, only for a moment, to aid me in the removal of his shirt. I can barely contain myself as it slips over his head, rumpling his already mussed indigo curls. I kiss them playfully, and sense him smiling sheepishly below me.

The touch of my fingertips to his bare chest sent a cold shiver through him, one that seemed to suddenly take him over with the need for domination and control. I felt myself spinning for a moment, felt myself being flipped onto my back, and then I was beneath him, my wrists held over my head with his tail. I couldn’t move my hands; they were captured by the strength in his prehensile tail, my hips unable to move due to the weight of him sitting across me, his legs stretched out over my pelvis. He leaned forward, boldly, his tongue taking mine viciously, not bothering to be cautious of his fangs. The tip of my tongue raked the points of his teeth, and he grinned into my mouth. Whispers I barely heard were spoken in sweet German through the thickness of his mouthful of me, but the mere sound of his painfully beautiful accent made me moan.

His hands were everywhere, it seemed. I don’t even know how it happened that my shirt was gone, or how our bottom halves ever ended up uncovered, but somehow, all garments now lay feet from us, forgotten, on the floor in a heap. I could feel him against my leg, feel the need he was radiating as though it were in my very veins like the blood that coursed there so hard and fast with the desire I was feeling for him. My muscles were aching with the need for him to be inside me, and it was all becoming too much. I bit down on my bottom lip to stop myself from taking the lead again. I liked him in control. I liked this feeling of growing anticipation. It was remarkably addictive.

Hot breath moved down my neck, and he nibbled my flesh lightly, the sharpness of his inhuman teeth only adding to the pleasure of his mouth on my sensitive flesh. His tongue trailed down to the hollow of my throat, and he licked me there in an animalistic sort of way that was utterly satisfying in a way that drove me mad with an even stronger lust for him. The intensity of this was all just building so much, I thought I might burst. One hand slid to the back of my neck, massaging me gently there as he moved his lips further down my body, over my breasts, his pointed teeth scraping across them in his gruff, animal way.

The further he moved down my body, the weaker became his hold on my wrists, and I yanked them free at last as the pleasure of him on top of me got to be too much, and I needed a turn of my own, now.

He was beneath me once more, and I was very rough with him, my body tense with desire and lust, shuddering from this encounter. I teased his body now, showering his chest and stomach with kisses, licks, and love bites, taking in every inch of the blue flesh of him. I lingered for a moment over his hips, my fingers lightly taunting his member, a fiercely wicked smile playing across my face. His eyes closed in anticipation, I saw, as I looked up his body at him, and the sight told me he wanted it. I took the tip in my mouth, and heard him hiss mournfully through his clenched fangs as I let my tongue dance along it for a moment, before at last giving him what he wanted, and working him into a deep sweat. My eyes closed as well now, in meaningful concentration. I could feel his pulse beneath my hands, feel him aching and swooning and fighting the urge to release in my mouth. I knew I wanted him inside of me when he finally did, so I let go. I reopened my eyes to find him quivering helplessly, spread eagled, his three fingered hands clutching the bed, head thrown back, panting, and his tail thrashing about in agitation. I laughed a deep, throaty sort of laugh, and sat myself up again, taking my time to slide back up along his nudity, dragging my tongue up his chest and over a single nipple in a swift movement. I hovered over him, and could feel his hardness against my leg again. I was wet… I was so wet, and it was killing me, how much I needed it now.

With an impatient groan, he grabbed me about the waist and threw me down, flinging himself above me, and thrusting into me. I gave a short gasp of surprise, which turned briskly into a deep, hearty moan. As my heart pounded violently beneath my ribs, I felt blood gathering beneath my fingernails as they dug into the smoothness of his sweaty back. His face was buried in the nape of my neck, his open mouth panting noisily against my flesh, letting out choked cries of pleasure in hot breaths that made my skin tingle. I tangled a hand in his dark hair and clenched hard near his scalp, my knuckles growing white as I struggled not to let my limbs lash out impulsively. I groaned helplessly into him as he secured a hand under my thigh, lifting my leg, giving him better access to enter me, more deeply, penetrating me further than ever. I could feel him throbbing inside my body, feel his blood pulsing as though it were my own, feel his heart beat so close to mine, and we were like one entity now, safe here, together, in one another’s arms.

His devilish tail was giving shuddering flicks as the pleasure grew, and became so intense that it couldn’t keep still. It snaked up my leg, caressing my inner thigh, only mounting the pleasure still.

And then, without warning, I went over the edge, the heat of our lust so intense that I screamed his name ceaselessly. I cried it again, and again, and his deep laughter in my ear taunted and tempted me to do it more. My leg shot forward in a momentary shiver, and I could feel my heels pressing hard into the bedcovers to stop my legs from kicking too much with the agony of this lustful encounter. Our moment of ultimate pleasure peaked, and he moaned genuinely in a low, strained, throaty tone, as I continued to shriek in desperate bursts of delight.

I was elated as our bodies began to weaken, my head feeling light and airy, my stomach full of delicate butterflies. My limbs were tired, my muscles sore, and I turned my head to smile at him in the bed beside me. His sweaty face had his dark blue hair plastered down to his forehead like a cement of sorts, and his face wore the kindest smile I’d ever seen him show. He cupped my cheek in his hand, and kissed me slowly and passionately. Our lips were soft and gentle now, as opposed to rough and needy the way they’d been mere minutes ago.

I pressed myself happily against the firm body of the acrobat, letting the nakedness of him wrap around me, and keep me warm, until a wonderful, comforting silence draped over me, sending me into a peaceful sleep.

Upon waking, he was gone. I felt like I needed him again, and spent the rest of my day wishing he were with me, and praying that we could be together always. My thoughts were wasted, as usual, on fantasizing more intimate nights with him, dreaming about him, waiting for him to come and fulfill my fantasies again, more completely than I could ever dream.

Still, we met in secret, and still, the people we love do not suspect. My guilt builds to the moment we meet, but the sight of his piercingly yellow eyes drives all thoughts of that from my mind, leaving me again with nothing but him, and only him. The fact is that with him, I am weak. With him, I want nothing more than to drop to my knees, beg him to take me and make me fully his in every way, to have his way with me, and give him what he wants. With him, I have nothing. With him, I am nothing but what he wants me to be. I am powerless, even while he gives me power by simply being with me. He will be the death of me, I’m sure. That monster with those pointed ears, blue skin, yellow eyes and unusual fingers. He will be my demise; I know it. He’s going to make me so weak one day that I simply won’t exist anymore. All that will exist will be him, and I will be no more.