Rahne Fall

This story takes place not long after I arrived at Xavier's School for the Gifted. It was a place where people like me, the paranormally gifted (or as the news sources always put it: mutants), could be safe and learn to use their superhuman abilities safely. My name is Darrin, Darrin McGinnis, and I have the ability to turn myself transparent, a kind of living glass, as well as the ability to generate and refocus light beams into a kind of concussive force. I'm called Prizm, as a cover, so that no one outside the school that sees any of us utilize our powers will be able to trace us back.

I'd only been at Xavier's about a month or so, and it wasn't the easiest time in my life. The team I'd joined at the school was nicknamed the New Mutants, and they were a nice bunch of kids for the most part. Here's a pocket rundown on them:

Sam was the oldest, and at seventeen almost an adult compared to my fourteen. He could fly, like a human rocket. They called him Cannonball.

Next was a Brazilian kid named Sunspot. He drew power from the sun to make himself super strong and relatively invulnerable. He was also a bit of a hot head. He and I didn’t exactly see eye to eye on much.

A Native American girl, Dani Moonstar was third. She could pull images from people's minds, things they were scared of or desired. She was also pretty smart about living on the land and survival. A little spooky though.

Finally, there was a young lady from Scotland named Rahne. Don't worry, it took me a while before I figured out how to say it too. (It's like RAIN, not RAH-NEE). She was a genetic werewolf, for the easiest explanation. Her whole body shifted into either a fully wolf form or kind of a half human. She was kind of shy, but was a warm and caring person once you got her to open up.

Like I said, they were a pretty good bunch and everyone was okay toward me. But, after all, I was the new kid and they were kind of standoffish at times.

We were taught by an old, bald-headed guy called Professor Charles Xavier. Most of the NM gang called him Professor X and he was the mutant founded the school in the first place. He could see into your mind, a powerful telepath. And it was him that started the chain of events that I am describing in this entry to my private journal.


It all started early in the morning. We were called upon to do a survival exercise in this little virtual hell they call the Danger Room. It's one of the tools used to practice and perfect control of our paranormal abilities and mutations. It's not an easy place; training there could help save your life in the real world. And today's test was pretty rough and grueling.

I screwed up royally during training, and if it had been real, could have potentially injured one of my teammates (as it so happened, it had to be Bobby...). At the end of the session, I felt it from the Professor and Sam both. Look, I knew I did it wrong, but it was one of those things they wouldn't let go. I finally told them to leave me the hell alone, and stalked off. As I did, I could hear Rahne telling Sam what for, on my behalf. She was such a sweet thing!

Later that same day, the mail came. Bad news from home just compounded the misery. My older sister had been captured by S.H.I.E.L.D., a world wide law enforcement agency. (I was not the ONLY mutant in my family; unfortunately, Heather had gone to the dark side...). It dragged me down even farther when I found out she was being kept in Supramax; it meant I couldn't even see her.

To top it all of, I ended up in an argument with Bobby over the morning training accident. He pushed it a little too far, and one of the senior guys, Scott Summers, had to step in before we went to it with each other. That was one thing that was STRICTLY forbidden!

Finally, I'd had it up to here, and ran for the woods, glassing up so no one would see.


For solitude and privacy, pretty much necessary when you are hiding a training facility for superpowered people, Xavier's is surrounded by a large wooded area, in upstate New York. I had found a quiet alcove of trees, with an almost natural pine carpet, a log to rest your back against, and an utter sense of peace. It was that I needed right now, Peace, quiet, and solitude.

I sat down, letting the rustle of the twilight air blow around me. Hot tears dripped down my cheeks as I thought about my life since I discovered my paranormal ability. So many things had happened, stripping me of the sense of normalcy. It was so damn unfair! I didn't ask for these damned powers! I couldn't help feeling sorry for myself. I almost burst into real sobs when a small sound alerted me. Quickly, I 'glassed out', transforming my body and disappearing from sight.

"Darrin?" I recognized the voice by the accent. My schoolmate Rahne. I should have figured they'd send people out after me. "Where are ye? I canna see ya, but yuir scent is plain as day!" Like I mentioned, Rahne is a werewolf. Her senses were ultra sharp, so I knew I couldn't hide. I turned solid again.

"I'm over here, Rahne. I came out here to be alone."

Rahne stepped into the clearing, her slender form still in her Xavier's uniform. It was a kind of form-fitting jumpsuit in yellow and black, the same kind of uniforms the senior team, the X-Men had originally worn. Her eyes were shining with concern, and I felt bad about yelling at her. Turning away, I said, "I'm sorry Rahne."

"It's al' right, Darrin. All o' us had a we bit o' trouble adjusting when we came to the School." She stood in front of me. I glanced up at her.

I'd kind of had a thing for Rahne ever since I arrived. She's not classically beautiful, not in the way the people say super models are or movie actresses are. But she is pretty nice looking, attractively built, and very, I don't know... spiritually beautiful, you might say. I liked that in a person more than physical beauty anyway.

Rahne only stood about four foot eleven, when she wasn't a wolf. Her eyes were a deep blue, and her hair was fiery red with dark highlights, in a short butch cut like Annie Lennox. One of the guys told me it wasn't by choice; it was a side effect of her powers that her hair stayed short. (They'd also made jokes about another batch of hair being the same color. I'd blushed and kept my mouth shut.)

Rahne was slender, but had a nice shape. You could definitely tell she was a girl, especially in the Xavier uniform. Her chest wasn't much more than a large B, I'd guess, or maybe a small C, (smaller than Dani or the other X-Women) but they were high, firm, and nicely rounded. I'd had a quick glimpse of her bare chest while she shifted once. (Well, at least for a split-second, anyway. It was a rather.... happy memory!)

Rahne startled me out of my contemplation of her. "Well? Canna I make maeself comfortable, or should I stand here all day?" she asked, the light tone in her voice lifting my spirit a little.

"Sure. It's not much, but I like it." I shuffled over a bit, and Rahne sat down next to me. Her shoulder pressed against mine, and she looked out at the trees like I did. It was comfortable all right.

"Well? Do ye wanna tell me aboot it?" she said. I loved the lilt of her accent. It sounded so exotic.

"I dunno, Rahne. I'm just not happy here." I surprised myself by saying that much. I usually wasn't one to let other people know about my problems. "Everything I do is wrong, I think." Again I surprised myself as a small tear trickled down my cheek.

Rahne spoke quietly. "I'm sorra ye feel that way, Dar. I know what it is lak to nae be able to fit in. Before I came to the School, and the Professor helped me, I was raised by a verra wicked man. He was a reverend in Kinross, Scotland. Nothing I e'er did was good enou' for him. And if it wasn't he'd.... punish me like the sinner I was..." I heard her voice catch, and my heart broke. Little sparkles generated off me spontaneously in my anger at this man who could abuse my sweet little Rahne.

She went on. "Then I came to live here, and the people I met made me feel there wasn't verra much difference between any o' us." She looked at me, her sparkling blue eyes staring into mine. "But it mae take a while. Dunna give up afore ye start." She stared deep into my eyes, like she was looking into my soul.

I couldn't help myself. My arms went around Rahne, pulling her close to me. She didn't resist; simply closed her eyes and gently parted her lips. Somehow, even without the Professor’s mind reading ability, I knew that she wouldn't object as I pressed my lips to hers. I was right.

As our lips met, Rahne's arms slipped around me, pulling me to her just as tightly. I could feel the rasp of her breath on my cheek as we awkwardly tried to fit our faces together. I had only kissed one other girl before, and it was an experience! But this, well, this was like being in heaven! Rahne's lips were so soft, so giving, that I couldn't help but sigh in contentment. My body responded as well, like the average teen guys would, getting hard. Gods! I hope she didn't feel it (unlikely, since we were still pretty much side by side, only our upper torsos wrapping together.)

I could even smell the soft trace of sweet perfume, mixed with a more subtle, musky odor. I think I fell in love at that moment, when the two of us first kissed. Rahne's hands were behind my head and holding me to her as she played with the short ponytail I wore. I slipped my eyes open for a second, and saw that hers were closed, her face slightly flushed. I closed them again.

I don't know if Rahne kissed a lot of guys before me either, but she didn't do so bad in my opinion! I was running my hand over her back as I felt her lips part. The tickle of her tongue caught me off-guard. I relaxed my lips, and she parted them with her tongue. I'd never kissed like this before, but knew I didn't want it to stop. I moaned slightly, answered by a soft rumble from deep in her as well. My tongue flashed around hers, tasting my wonderful Scots girl most intimately.

Once again I hazarded a peek and found she was also looking at me. Her blue eyes were slightly cloudy, and sparkled with an inner fire that I'd never seen before. Gently, she withdrew her tongue and parted from me, a tiny glisten of saliva around her lips.

"Dar, I hope you donnah think I'm too forward, but I just canna help maesel' somehow!" She brushed my cheek with one hand. "I've ne'r been.... this close ... to a boy before," she whispered. "The Reverend would condemn me to Hell's verra fire for this!" She smiled, her even white teeth showing. "But I think I found Heaven, instead!"

I didn't know what to say. I was never very good a talking to girls, so I just spoke my heart. "Rahne, you're the best thing that's happened to me since I found out I was a mutant. Thank you for ... for..." I couldn't complete it.

"Fur what?"

"For just being you, beautiful lady. I think you are the most special thing on earth!"

Rahne almost squealed. I thought I'd offended her somehow, but she wrapped herself around me tighter, a hug that almost crushed me. "Dar, no one's e'er said anything lak that to me beforre!" She pressed her lips back to mine, in pleasure. I took advantage of it, this time invading her mouth with my tongue. She moaned into my mouth, pressing against me as she wriggled, ending up lying in my lap as I bent over to kiss her.

I don't know what possessed me, but I slid one hand from around her to the front, just under her breast. What right I thought I had I don't know, but Rahne grabbed it and held my wrist for a moment. I opened my eyes to see her looking at me again, without parting our lips. A pleased expression was in her eyes as she held me fast. Ever so gently, she slid my hand upward, instead of down as I had expected.

Within a moment, I had Rahne's small, soft breast cupped in my hand. I could feel the rapid beating of her heart through her uniform, as well as the erect nub of her nipple. The uniforms weren't very thick to begin with, and all of them were made of a special molecule that allowed them to change with our powers. Mine turned glassy with me, while Rahne's became a thin collar around her neck as she became a half-wolf and then a full wolf. So it wasn't like she was wearing a thick bra or crop top, or anything like that. I could feel every square inch of her in my hand. I was surprised; I thought the first time I touched a girl there, I'd soak my shorts. But I didn't, although I was hard as a rock.

Rahne took her lips away from mine, still lightly holding onto my wrist with one hand, around my neck with the other.

"So, do ye lak what ye hae there?" she whispered, squeezing my wrist so there was no mistaking what she was talking about.

"Rahne, I...." I started.

"Dinna say it, Dar. If I dinna want ye too, ye wouldn't hae!" She growled softly, reminding me that while we were both fourteen-year-old kids, we were both paranormals, and there was no way she'd be at anyone's mercy! I couldn't believe the gift she was giving me. She'd never been kissed, or touched by a boy here, and yet she was practically forcing me.

"Rahne, you won't... regret this later, will you?" My beautiful redhead looked back at me with a look of intense fire.

"No. An' neither will ye!" She pulled me down to her lips again, and let go of my wrist. I kept my hand cupping the softness of her breast, fondling it gently, almost afraid I was going to break something.

Rahne was not quite as gentle. With a strength belied by her size, she pulled my mouth to hers again, open lipped and questing before I even got there. As our tongues flashed, her hands roamed my back, stroking my shoulders, even roaming down to my butt once for a squeeze. I jumped, which made her laugh. The chuckle quickly turned to a moan as I ran a fingertip around the erect bud of her nipple through her uniform. I wished the cloth wasn't in the way, so I could be skin to skin with her. To someone who can turn to glass, skin is a big thing.

My other hand slid around to the back of the uniform, seeking out the catch. Rahne obligingly lifted up a bit, apparently just to get closer to me. But it allowed me access to the catch, which I fumblingly undid. I had a little trouble, and tickled her a couple of times. At least, with that cute hairstyle, I didn't have to worry about getting her hair out of the way!

Finally, I gave up. The damn thing just couldn't be undone one-handed.

Rahne, sensing my frustration, broke off our kiss, both hands sliding from around my neck. "What's wrong, handsome? Canna defeat a simple enemy lak tha'?" I turned blood red in embarrassment as she giggled. "Dinna worry. All things come to tha ones who wait!"

I thought she was putting me off. Not so. Rahne simply reached her own hands back and undid the catch, sliding the zipper down a little. The meaning was clear: You have the opportunity, but I'm not going to give it to you on a silver platter. I realized it was Rahne's way of compromising. I guess with what she told me about her upbringing, she just couldn't will her uniform off, but she really wanted to share pleasure with me, the same way I did.

Rahne smiled at me as I reached both hands around her back. She sat up and kissed me, eyes closed tightly as my hands found the open catch, sliding the zipper down her back to her waist. Rahne's skin was warm, smooth, flawless. Her breath rasped on my face, panting in exertion and excitement. Slowly, her arms slid from around me, not withdrawing, but offering. I accepted her wonderful offer.

Casually, I slid the uniform down her arms, until it came off each wrist, falling into her lap. Now my darling Rahne sat there, cuddled in my lap, bare from the waist up in the fading afternoon light. I was almost scared to glance down at her. Her lips never left mine, and her arms slid back around me, pulling me close. Well, one of them did, anyway. The other was working at the buttons of the shirt I was wearing. She had considerably more success than I had in the attempt, managing to get to my bare chest in less than a minute. When she finished, Rahne flowed against my, bringing her soft skin against mine for the first time.

I could feel the exquisite smoothness and the heat of her bare skin against me. Her breasts pressed me as she invaded me with her tongue. Rahne's nipples were most evidently erect; I had no trouble sensing them digging into me. I had never been this close to a girl before. It was a pleasure I wanted to repeat (but only with my beautiful Rahne!)

Rahne parted from me slightly, breaking off our kiss. "Dar, I hae ne’er done this with anyone before. I hope you dinna think me turrible!" She was blushing almost as red as her hair, a trick indeed. She was, I think, realizing that she was rather... exposed. I stroked her hair with one hand, loving the feeling of the silky short locks.

"Rahne, I.... I thank you for such a gift. I've got to be the luckiest guy on earth to hold the most beautiful girl in his arms." I never looked away from her eyes. As a matter of fact, I hadn't looked down at her yet, not yet having the pleasure of seeing her comely body. I think she noticed.

"Dar, yuir verra sweet. Ever since ye came to Xavier's, I've, ... well, ... I've wanted to..." She blushed again, even darker this time. "Well, I've always thought of romance lak those books Dani has. And they always end up something lak this..." She glanced downward.

So did I. I didn't want to embarrass Rahne, but I couldn't help it. Perched on her chest were two beautifully freckled spheres of alabaster flesh, topped with dusky rose colored nipples. I never thought her tips would be that big, but they stood off her breasts by at least an inch, and were roughly twice that around. It looked like they took up a third of her tit. It's a good thing she doesn't get excited in uniform very often; these would make a sizable impression! One of my hands came up and cupped her breast, watching it gently fold into my hand. I heard Rahne catch her breath sharply, a little whimper escaping her lips. I glanced back at her face. Her eyes were closed, and a look of rapt pleasure was on her face. I took a chance, and nuzzled into the side of her neck as I continued to fondle her aureole.

I think she had an idea where I was headed, since her arms slacked up off me for a moment. I extended my tongue and gently laved a path downward from her neck. Rahne's hand caressed my cheek as I unfolded, sliding her to one side as I stretched out next to her, still nuzzling into her shoulder blade and throat. She whimpered as I moved out onto that expanse of untanned flesh, tracing up the curve of her teat with my tongue. Rahne wasn't protesting, and I could tell by the shivers I gave her as I moved, so I centered in on her engorged right nipple. My lips fastened around it, taking it gently into my teeth.

"Oh, Darrrrrrrrrr......" Rahne sighed, caressing my hair as I nuzzled her tit. "Oh, I've drrrreamed o' thissss....." I wondered if she meant me, or in general. I hoped it was me. After all, she'd starred in one or two (OK, maybe more than that...) of my 'nighttime hand exercises'.

I slid off the right and let my tongue preceded me to the left, the one over her heart. I could hear it beating in her chest like a trip-hammer. I captured the straining tip on this side in my lips and teeth and lips, feeling the delicious warmth, tasting the salt of her sweat. I was in rapturous love with my darling Rahne, and wanted to bring her the utmost pleasure. I nibbled her nipple as she writhed in pleasure, her hips moving next to me.

I heard her breathing quicken and her whimper my name as her movements became a little erratic. "Darr...innnn uhhhh!!" she cried, her body arching slightly as she pulled my head to her chest with a strong grip. Suddenly it hit me: I think Rahne was climaxing! I had given her an orgasm just by kissing and caressing her. A pleasure shot through me as I damn near joined her in sympathy. I knew she could feel the hardness of my cock through the thin jeans I wore, pressed into her thigh. I didn't care; I wanted her to know what she did to me, simply by being near me!

Rahne finally sagged back down, a flush spreading through her chest, as I released her nipple to stare up at her. She was blushing bright red as she looked back down at me. "Och, ye must think I'm so wicked...."

I grabbed her chin in my hand, making her look at me. "Damn it, Rahne! Of course I don't! How can such pleasure be thought as bad?" Her smile reassured me and I relaxed, caressing her face.

"Ach, but what if I wanted to be wicked, with my.... lover." She hesitated for a minute; I still think it shocked her that we were this intimate. "Perhaps if you removed yuir shirt, too, so we can be closer..." Her unspoken portion of the request hung in the air. I had a distinct feeling that before I was done, I'd be removing a lot more than that!

I slipped off my cotton shirt, as Rahne's hand slid up my chest, tickling my nipples teasingly. I shivered and she laughed. It was such a delightful sound that I caught her up in my arms again, rolling her over on top of me, so that her small breasts swung free. She was beautiful, the most lovely creation in the world to me. I wanted her with me forever. I pulled her down to my lips again, probing her mouth with my tongue, examining each little bit of her, as my hands slid onto her chest, caressing both firm tits together, making her mewl in pleasure.

I felt her hands move, and didn't grasp to where until I felt my belt unbuckle. Rahne was being this forward? I was amazed. I guess I misjudged her when we met. I thought she was a little more laid back and shy about things. I couldn't just let her do that, so I slid my hands out onto the tight yellow uniform seat that covered her taut buttocks. Oh, what a wonderfully firm ass Rahne had! I squeezed her, and I thought she was going to bite my tongue off! She pulled away from me, an accusing look on her face.

"Well, you started it!" I replied, squeezing again.

"Och, that's nae fair, ye blackguard!" she giggled, and reached out and grabbed my ass! Oh, what this little fireball could do to me!

"Oh yeah? Well take this!" I responded, and without a thought, ran my hand over her butt, up her side, and down the front, stopping short of actually going out onto her groin. She looked at me intently.

"That's nae fair, either." She licked her lips, staring deep into my eyes. "Ye stopped!"

How could I resist such an open-ended invitation? Damn, I'm only fourteen, after all! My hand completed the journey, down to cup her suit, right over her feminine mound. I could feel her hidden area blazing like a furnace. I think Rahne was about as turned on as you could get and not be actively cumming, pressing her pubis into my questing hand.

She looked at me, eyes half-lidded, and whispered, "See? It's better if ye donnah stop....." She shuddered, a gasp escaping her as I ran my finger over somewhere very sensitive. "Och, I canna stand it! If ye don' get next to me, I'll go quite mad!"

Rahne jumped up, breasts bouncing slightly and glistening with sweat in the fading light. She threw her arms around me as I rose and said, "I want ye, right here. And I'll have ye if I hae to hold ye down and rip yuir clothes off in wolf form!" My little wolf-girl was full of surprises. She desired me as much as I did her. And I was damned determined not to let her down.

With a quick touch of lips, I grasped the belt of her uniform, unbuckling it. If it was like the ones the boys wore, it would then slide down easily. I was correct in my surmises; it was around her ankles in a few seconds. Daintily, Rahne stepped out and stood there, nude. The others were wrong in one detail about her, though: Rahne doesn't have red hair on her down there. She doesn't have any. From her eyes down, there was not a trace of anything to blemish her body, smooth snowy flesh exposed to me. Rahne was aroused alright. Her tiny lower mouth a dusky flushed color and fairly gleamed with moisture. She held her hands in front of her, and blushed. "I've n'er been ..undressed in front o' anyone, either. Dar, am I.... am I pretty?"

I stared, agape. "Rahne, you are gorgeous! There is no beauty in life that can rival you!"

She blushed again, all the way down to her groin. “Thank ye, Dar." I could still sense a lot of the shy Scots girl I knew right under the surface. "But what about ye? I think yuir overdressed..."

I dropped my hands to my waistline. "You want to do it?" I asked, pointing to my beltline.

"No, I want to watch ye, like a Chippendale. My own private dancer!" She giggled, and for a change I blushed.

"Okay, then!" I slid the zipper down and unsnapped my jeans. They slid to my knees, revealing the bulge in my y-fronts to my lover's gaze. Her blue eyes got REAL big as she saw my hard-on outlined in (very damp) cotton.

"Och! What a cudgel!" she said, hand dropping to her lower parts, unconsciously. It was obvious that Rahne had at least touched herself before, even if no boy had.

I slipped off my tennis shoes and pants, sliding the socks off as well. Then with a deep breath, I slipped my underwear off, revealing myself to my lover, as she had to me. Rahne gasped again when she saw my penis.

"Dar, it's magnificent!" she whispered, crossing the space to get to me. I hugged her, feeling all four-foot-eleven of her against me. Her legs parted slightly to wrap around my thigh, and I could feel her moisture as she rubbed herself on me.

I was glad she had never seen one in real life before. I'm a bit on the small side, just over five inches. But to Rahne, it was the Hammer of the Gods. It made me feel special. I gripped her by the bottom cheeks again, this time no uniform in the way to hamper me. Rahne purred against me in enjoyment. Her head tilted back, and I bent down to mesh my lips with hers. I can't begin to describe the feelings that coursed through me, holding me lovely red-haired angel in my arms, flesh to flesh, the way God intended.

Rahne wriggled against me, her arousal as plain by her actions as mine was by my rampant erection. I slid my arms around her waist, and sagged. Rahne got the hint; we continued to the ground. I stretched out on my back, her laying half on top of me. My hands slid over her soft skin, one playing with her tits while the other gently tickled her in the small of her back. Hers were not still either.

It wasn't until she got to the top of my groin that I understood where she was going. Rahne's hand slid around my shaft, encircling it with her coolness on my hot prod. I almost jumped out of my skin as she slowly slid her fingers down my shaft.

"Oh, Rahneeee..." I moaned, feeling close to my peak.

"Do ye lak tha' then, lover?" she whispered. "How about a bit o' something in return?" Her other hand gripped mine and gently tugged. I obliged, running my palm over her flat tummy and onto the hairless expanses of her mound. I slowed as I closed on my goal, until finally one of my fingers touched the silky wrinkle of her tightly pursed opening. She whined, almost bestial in nature as I slid my hand farther, cupping her very-wet femaleness, one finger dragging up between her satiny lips.

Her grip tightened on my cock, masturbating me with a gentle touch. It wasn't going to take long for her hands to work their magic, especially since mine was also bringing pleasure to her. I could hear her breathing harder, as I brought her closer to orgasm.

Rahne began humping her body onto me as she stroked me, her breathing reaching a panting, until she let out a long moan, ending in almost a scream as I touched the little bump at the top of her tightly furled lips. Her body writhed against me and her grip tightened on my shaft, stroking me over the edge to join her in that most pleasurable of sensations.

As Rahne whined next to me, I exploded over us. My come sprayed over my stomach, her arm, her tits. I think I even caught her in the side of the face. I had never experienced one quite so memorable in my short sexual career (of entirely self-gratification).

I soaked us as she soaked my hand. One finger actually slid inside as she ground out the rest of her climax, sliding inside to find a warm, slick treasure. I even felt the resistance of her hymen, She was telling the truth for sure. Rahne had never been with a boy, at least not all the way. Well, I would find it hard to make love to her right now anyway, since I'd just shot everything but my internal organs in that fantastic orgasm.

Rahne collapsed next to me, head resting on my chest. Slowly, our breathing returned to some semblance of normal. She looked at me, blue eyes sparkling in delight. "Oh, Dar! I hae never felt lak that before! Thank ye, verra much, lover!" I think she really enjoyed calling me that.

"Me either. Not when all I can do is..." I blushed, almost saying that my love life was limited to masturbation.

"I know. Me too." My eyes got real wide as I looked at her.

"You... do it to yourself?"

Rahne blushed; I love that. She looked away a little.

"Aye. When I first came herre, I saw Dani doin it one night. I dinna know what it was about, so I... asked her." Rahne seemed embarrassed. "She told me what it was. I tried in the shower one day. I know Reverend Craig woulna approve o' that!" She giggled. "But I hae ne'er done anythin' lak it with someone else." She kissed me. "Not until you, Dar."

It was then she came to the conclusion that I was a mess. "Och, that's what they talk aboot in the books Dani lent me. A man's fluid!" She dipped a fingertip into my semen. Looking me dead in the eye, Rahne popped her finger into her mouth, licking my come off. "Uhm, tastes grand, lak you!" She giggled at my expression. "Ah, ye poor wee bairn, let me clean that up for ye!" I half expected her to do it with her own self, after that display, but instead, she produced a cloth from her uniform, and lightly wiped me down.

As Rahne cleaned me up, I felt life returning to my (formerly dead) penis. She stopped and watched as it swelled from its flaccid state to a full erection again. With a practiced cool, she even wiped down my shaft. I noticed that her other hand was busy somewhere else entirely during the proceedings, buried between her thighs. My Rahne was a smoldering volcano; I only hoped it was me that was making her erupt!

Finally finished, Rahne dropped the cloth down on the ground, back by the uniform. Her hands went back to my face, and I could smell her female musk, making my head swirl. She pulled me against her face again, and we once more abused each other's lips and tongue. I could have kissed her for hours straight, it was that much fun. But Rahne had other ideas.

Pulling back, she looked dead into my eyes and whispered, "Darrin, make love to me. The way I've always heard aboot, the way I want to feel. Please?"

"Rahne, I'd be honored." I was, too; it wasn't just empty words. Even though I'd never made love before, I was sure I could do it, especially with such a willing partner as my loving wolf-girl.

Rahne rolled over, parting her thighs to open up the dusky rose she had nestled there. She was ready for it, and wasn't going to brook any delay, apparently. I rearranged myself so I was between her legs. Her arms slid around my neck, and she gazed longingly into my eyes. "Be gentle?"

"Of course, lover. I'll treat you like the most special thing on earth."

It took some fumbling, and a little help on Rahne's part, but I actually managed to find her opening with the tip of my cock. I pressed forward, feeling her catch her breath.

"You okay, Rahne?"

"Aye. It's a little.... close in there... I fear."

"Let me know if it hurts too much." I'd heard that breaking a girl's cherry can be a bit... painful.

"Dinna wurry, you'll know!" Her hands gripped me around the waist, and she tried to fuck her hips up at me.

"Don't be so impatient!" I chided, teasingly, pressing in smoothly and slowly until I reached her maidenhead. I don't know how I kept from painting her inner walls white; I guess if I hadn't just come a few minutes ago, it would be a different story. But I held back while Rahne shuddered in a combination of pain and pleasure.

In a few minutes, I ended up with my cock pressing on her maidenhead. "Well, Rahne? Should I?" I whispered.

She looked at me, a small smile warring with the concentration on her face. “Aye yes! Make me a woman, Dar!" She smiled wide, letting me know it was okay.

I gritted my teeth, took a deep breath , and pressed hard into her. I felt the resistance give way and I slid in deeper. As I did, I heard Rahne scream, loud and strong. There were tears running down her cheeks; it must have hurt something terrible.
I started to pull out when she said, "No... Dar. Wait and... dinna be frightened!" As I held her, she changed. Her body lengthened, and her features shifted. In seconds, I was making love to her as a half-wolf girl. One benefit, I did notice it made her chest larger. I held still as she quivered slightly, still finding her beautiful even in this animalized shape.

With the same suddenness, my human Rahne was back. "Och, that's better!" she sighed, pressing herself against me as she pulled me deeper against her.

"What happened?"

"My wolf forms can heal harm done, so I figured it would do for the pain." She flexed her inner muscles, gripping my shaft with the walls of her pussy. "I was right. It does nae hurt anymore." Her hands slid around me. "Now, mae strong, handsome lover, make me feel lak a real woman!"

I slid back out of her, to the very edge, feeling the cool air on my moisture-slicked shaft. A quick glance showed no blood; her healing factor was good! I relaxed a little; I wanted her first time (and mine, too!) to be a pleasurable experience. I pressed forward, feeling her intake her breath. Rahne shook as a tiny climax slid through her.

"Ach... ye can... do that... all day if ye wish!" she panted as I bottomed out, her hairless mound against my more hirsute one. We made a liquid noise, like a well-oiled piston moving inside a fabulous machine.

Rahne pulled me to her, attacking my lips with hers, savagely. Apparently my little 'wolf-bitch' wasn't only an animal when she was shifted. I fought back, viciously probing her mouth with my tongue, as my cock sought out her unexplored nether regions. Our rhythm began to work, Rahne's hips coming up to meet me as I pressed in deep. I knew I couldn't hit all the way in her, but I could probe deep. She liked it when I went as far as I went. I could even feel the stiff little prod of her clit rubbing against my shaft when I changed angles slightly. I was sure that would get her off pretty quick. For a moment I was envious; she could climax over and over. I had one shot at a time. Humph, wasn't exactly fair, but I was glad I could bring such pleasures to my sweet little wolf.

My head dipped down and took one of her nipples in my teeth, hearing her whimper as I did. I pulled gently at first, then harder. I didn't want to hurt her, but Rahne apparently liked it rougher, like those women in those romance novels often do. (You know, I wonder if she got all her ideas from those damn novels! Pretty soon, I'd have to go out and storm a castle or something!) Her hands tangled in my hair as she crested again, her tunnel contacting around me, squeezing every bit of my cock in a firm grip. I almost went then, but I held back, thinking of hurricanes and natural disasters. I didn't want it to end.

Rahne slumped back again, resting slightly between climaxes as if gathering strength. I figured it was just a calm before the storm. So far, Rahne was ahead of me in the orgasm category by about six to one (or more; it was hard to tell when one ended and the next began). But it wouldn't bee too long before I added another to my holdings. I pistoned my hips back and forth, her vagina now relaxed and slick enough for me to freely move in and out. I could feel the beginnings of my climax stirring, way down deep in my balls, and tried to hold back. I wasn't going to cum until my darling little Rahne could join me.

Rahne resumed stroking my chest and back, occasionally lightly scratching as I hit a particularly sensitive spot inside. I put my lips down to the upper part of her breast, and kissed her, hard, sucking in the flesh. She squealed, and I hung in there for a minute before releasing it. As I did, I could see a small mark begin to form. I had given her her first hickey! She arched again, the feeling of it all catching up with her.

She wasn't the only one. Her hands slipped down to the juncture of our bodies, and I felt her fingers touch my shaft. It was like she couldn't believe it was her, laying here in the gathering darkness, making love. It was, though; my magnificent Rahne and I. Her hands moved and cupped my balls, swinging freely into her palm, which gently caressed them. I groaned, almost at the limit of my endurance, and she wasn't helping any.

I looked down there, and noticed she was tickling her clit as I fucked her. A lot of guys would probably be jealous, but not me. I knew that I could make Rahne climax; I didn't need to prove myself some sort of sexual athlete. If she wanted a little more pleasure out of it, I was glad to let her. And to help....

I reached down and slid my fingers along her clit as well. It was like triggering dynamite. Rahne arched up, her voice exploding out of her in a scream as her purse tightened around my deeply imbedded shaft. That was all it took; I came, and even harder than before.

I'd never had the exquisite feeling of climaxing inside a girl before. I groaned to her, "I'm... coming!" as my cock jetted. My fluid mingled with hers as she cried out again and again, the waves of ecstasy matching my own. I didn't know I could come that much. I seemed to ejaculate forever. I could feel it overflowing her tiny opening and running down my balls and her pubis. It was the pinnacle of my life; if I had to die right then, I'd have gone willingly.

I collapsed against Rahne, still spurting into her as she wrapped her legs around my ass, pulling me tighter inside her. Her climax was intensifying, shaking her whole body in its dizzying grip. She moaned my name over and over, finally ending up with "I ... LOVE... YOUUUUUUU!!!!" at the top of her lungs, before collapsing, semi-conscious, with me on top. Rahne was still wrapped around me, her legs still holding my cock inside her.

I didn't want to let her go, ever. I loved the feeling of being in her. I loved the closeness. I loved Rahne. And I told her so.

"I love you, Rahne."

Her hug let me know she heard me. Rahne was almost half asleep, the exhaustion from our intense lovemaking wearing her out. I cuddled her close, the darkness our shield.

My cock was the final arbiter. When I finally deflated, it popped out of Rahne, allowing our mingled juices to flow out of her. She quickly roused.

"Ach! That's cold!" she said, wiggling about as she tried to scratch down there. I reluctantly let her go, as she grabbed up the rag she'd used earlier to help clean up the overflow.

It was then that it hit me: Rahne was old enough to get pregnant! I might have just... Oh my God!
I almost panicked, expressing my concern to my darling lover. She burst out laughing.

"Ach, no laddie! Yuir not goin' to be caught that way!" She caressed my cheek. "Darrin, all of the girls in the School are on those pills. You know the ones?"

Of course I did. Birth control pills.

"It helps keep us on a regular schedule wi' certain lady things." She was all smiles. "Ach, such a concern ye show." She moved closer, embracing me. "Did ye mean it when ye said ye loved me?"

I held her tight. "I think so. I've never felt like this about anyone, not the way I feel for you."

She glanced up at me, those heartbreakingly blue eyes sparkling. "I love ye, as well, mah darling." She leaned back and closed her eyes. "Kiss me to seal the bargain?"

I did. It was one of the best kisses of my life.


A noise came from the bushes in the distance. "Rahne? Darrin? Where are you?" It was Sam. I knew they wouldn't stop so, I grabbed up Rahne's uniform.

"Quick, lover, we've got to get out of here!"

"Dinna know ye panicked so easily. I'll see ye back at th' mansion." Rahne held up her uniform, sliding one leg into it. In the blink of an eye, a huge reddish wolf with black highlights stood there. It looked at me, the blue eyes staring back at me very familiar.

"Wurf!" she said before loping off.

I knew there wasn't much time, so I simply grabbed my underwear and slipped it on, glassing over so no one noticed I was naked. I met Sam and Dani coming up the road. They had flashlights, so I let a little light inside me and glowed.

Sam rushed over. "Boy howdy! You had us kinda worried, Darrin!" he looked a bit sheepish. Dani caught up to him and prodded him in the side. "Uh, ahm sorry 'bout the way ah flew off th' handle at yuh. Come on back to the mansion, huh?" He stuck out his hand.

As I took it, I heard the phantom cry of a wolf in the distance. Sam and Dani chuckled, knowing fully as well as I did who it was. I just smiled, my mind on that beautiful wolf/girl that occupied a special place in my heart now.

Maybe Xavier's wasn't going to be such a bad place to live after all!!