This is the fourth story of a much foresightful tale arc, which is best read in the parliamentary procedure of the List at the end.

translation of German Christian Bible or phrase at the end. However, I have tried to make the meaning fairly clear in context.


WITH NOTHING ON MY lingua
Part One : THUNDER/STORM


From Elmore Leonard Cohen's song,"Hallelujah"

Maybe I've been here before
I've seen this room, I've walked this floor
I used to live alone before I knew ya
I've seen your flag on the marble arch
Our passion is not a victory march
It's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah.

. .. .. .. .. ..

And even though it all went wrongly
I'll standstill before the Lord of Song
With zilch on my spit but
Hallelujah



If you'd like to hear this call, here are my two favorite versions :

HTTP : //idolator.com/5190814/leonard-cohen-revises-hallelujah-into-a-love-song
Video here of Cohen singing"Hallelujah"live. He improvises a bit in places, and it's rather long, but very heartfelt and has one of the best backup arrangements I've heard so far.

hypertext transfer protocol : //www.youtube.com/watch ? v=JStOPpNI4Tk & feature=related
k.d. lang's excellent version.





I am lying on my side in our bed, several hour before sunrise, spacious awake, restless and horny. I feel the comforting warmth of Logan's body behind me, his arm draped over my rose hip as common. My restlessness must have awakened him, as his dangling fingers begin languidly stroking my leg, moving slowly down across the top to attain the internal surface of my thigh.

His voice comes balmy against my ear."Ya want it, don't'cha, Elf ?"

"Ja,"I sigh quietly.

His finger's breadth move to my privates, touching me with a teasing gentleness as his arm tightens around me, pulling us closer together. I can sense his intemperately cock against my ass. He lifts my leg, propping it up bent grass at the knee joint so that he can gain access to my opening. I reach for the lube on my nightstand, taking a glob and smearing it over his extremity. Thus prepared, he presses into me, spreading me open with a delightful anticipation of pleasure yet to get along. I gasp as the head slides inside me, and the residual follows, stretching me, filling me. Oh, yes ! Deeper, deeper. Touch that lovely seat that feels so dear. Ah, yes. Just *there*.

shortstop jab now, pressing against my prostate repeatedly, gaining in urgency with every movement.

His finger's breadth wrap around my dripping putz, milking it in time with his own pecker deep inside me.

"I'm so close, darlin'! Oh yeah ! Gon na satiate you so full with my cum !"

I am whimpering now, quietly in comparison to the guttural noises he makes."Oh, ja ! defecate me follow ! I want to - Yyaahhhh !"

Again, the intimate but always staggering sensory faculty of orgasm wash over me, drowning me in feeling, as my seminal fluid spurts out of my jerk phallus and my interior convulse around the hard cock within me. Oh, Gott, if heaven smell like this, death would be a belittled damage to pay to get there !

As the strength of the look fade away, I regretfully return to reality. My left hand clutches the fundament of the glass dildo up my ass, while my the right way hand is a fist around my knackered member. Logan has not been in my bed for several months now. He is away somewhere, searching his soul. Or at least, that is what he said he would do, struggling to decide the focal point his life will consume from here on. I am supposed to be doing the Sami affair, deciding if I will still want to be with him when he returns, assuming he will still want me as his mate by then.

Looking down at the white blotch of my cum on the piece of paper, I know very well what my physical structure wants. But is that the Same as what I want ?

I think back to the tormented days we spent together, when he told me about the horrible things he had been doing on his solitary missions and what he might well do again in the future. The long give-and-take we had, when I told him that I was in no way morally utter either.

I remember the final promise I made to him, when he told me,"I'm not worth it, Kurt. I'm really not."

"You are. I vill be here vhen you return to me."

Sometimes now, I wonder if I will be able-bodied to prevent that promise. A part of me can not stand this waiting and wishes only to run away, be done with him, bar missing him so terribly. But that is not what I really want. I want him here, now, with me. I want his body against mine, his cock up my ass. And I can not ingest it. I can only look, wondering when he will take back. And what if he never returns ? What if something has happened to him ?

"Seit Logan gegangen ist, ist mein Herz so leer wie mein Bett,"I tell myself softly out loud.

I tend to lapse into German in meter of substantial emotion. In parliamentary law to serve break that habit, I translate it into English and ingeminate it."Since Logan has been gone, my philia is as empty as my bed."

Oh, layover, I remind myself. plenty self-pity. You are not the but person to be left behind to wait and vex about your lover. Think of the partner of soldiers all over the world, when the soldier is away in battle, perhaps never to refund. Or in the old days of sailing ships, when the wives must wait calendar month and years for a husband who may be farseeing drowned and utter, as far as she can know. Do not be such a baby ! You did not forge this eternal waiting, and you will not be the cobbler's last one to suffer through it, not by a foresighted shot.

Logan leads a unsafe life, as do all the X-Men, including yourself. The day may come when either or both of us do not repay alive from a mission. That is part of the aliveness you have chosen.

Yes, but we have always shared the dangers together, until recently when he began going off by himself. And what if he does come back unharmed, but has decided he does not desire me anymore ?

No, I can not think of that. I must not dwell upon it. I must live my life, hoping and praying for the best.

I get up, go to the bathroom, take in a shower, and get set up to start my day. And change the weather sheet on the bed yet again. I must remember to give birth a towel or something handy, so I do not micturate such a muckle next time.


Another day goes by. I teach my German class, chit homework, teach childlike tumbling to the youthful of our students, guidance several youngsters who seek my advice, run through my regular routine in the gym, and take a walkway outside as the sun sinks toward the west. It is unseasonably warm for this metre of twelvemonth, so I do not even need a coat. I eat supper without paying much care to the food. I climb the stairs to our way without prevision of anything but sleep.

I turn on the computer in my work. Since I started teaching last fall, I have thought of taking online college courses in education. Tonight I browse the internet, searching for whatever may be uncommitted along these lines. Until I have a license for pedagogy, the bookman in any year I may teach will not be able to enumerate it towards their educational citation, which makes their participation strictly military volunteer. I find several theory for online study, but I set them aside for the time to come.

I have also been working with our wet-nurse practitioner to get word Sir Thomas More about emergency medical care, in order than I may be better able to contend with injuries to any of the X-Men during our deputation. Since my abilities are not as widely severe as those of almost of my teammates, I figure I can make myself more valuable in early ways, in order to make up for that. Perhaps there are some good land site online that I could study for this purpose.

However, until I know what will go on between Logan and me, I do not need to make any definite plans. If I continue here with the X-Men, I tell myself, I will get good about pursuing all of this. Until then, my future is on hold.

A sudden gust of wind hits my Scophthalmus aquosus, catching my attention. From my vantage point on the third flooring, I can see the trees nearby waving back and Forth. The sun is just above the horizon, but I can make out a banking company of clouds far to the southwest.

I check the weather online for the local forecast. The radar shows a very turgid surface area of heavy thunderstorms heading in our focussing. There must be a serious front coming through. It is a bit early in the year for that, since it is only May.

There is a tentative whack on the door of my study. Before I can serve, I hear Storm's voice calling,"Kurt ? Are you there ? May I come in ?"

"Ja. Of class. The room access is unlocked."

A breeze ruffles the papers on my desk as she hurries in. As always when I look at Storm, I think how very beautiful she is. She has been our loss leader and head of the schoolhouse ever since the Professor died. She carries that incumbrance with good will and cool, not to name confidence and courage. Of all the cleaning lady here, she is the one I admire the most. But tonight she has the facial expression of an stir child.

"There's a genuine nasty thunderstorm coming, and I know you've always liked watching lightning. I've seen you crouched on the roof more times than I can think of, enjoying a storm. I just thought perhaps tonight you'd like to watch it from my elbow room, since I have a much well view than you do, and it's still rather chilly to be outside on the ceiling. Unless --"She hesitates, as if she is somehow changeable of my solution. Most unusual for her to be unsettled of anything. With a elegant gesture of her hand, she indicates my computer."Unless you have something more important to do ?"

"Not at all. I vould love to !"I start the process of shutting down the computer, then get up from my chair.

Now I am pitiful I am dressed so casually in faded denim and an old sweatshirt. Surely, to spend prison term with such a lady, I should look my sound. But too late now. At least she is not much more dressed up than I am.

Together, we climb the narrow flight of stairs that leads to her way up in one of the Mansion's tug. There are all-inclusive Windows on three sides, so she has a lovely view of the surrounding area. Potted plants are scattered all around, some minor and some rather startlingly large, reaching to the high up ceiling. During the day, this room would be quite cheery and lustrous, but now it is dim and shadowed. We go to the windowpane that faces west, since the violent storm will most likely come from that direction. Yes, we can just see the distant cloud, with now and then a diffuse New York minute of lightning.

As we sit down on the longsighted window tush, I ask, perhaps naively,"Could you not realise this storm go avay, since it may vell cause some damage ?"

"No, not with a rude weather system of rules this big. I can only control the atmospheric condition within a fairly pocket-sized topical anaesthetic country centering on me, not over huge distances. In my younger Day, I tried to influence more far-flung tempest, but only found that I made spoilt problem somewhere else by doing that."

"Oh. Vell, vhile I am asking questions, vould it be all right if I had a bath installed in our bath ?"

I have changed paraphernalia so abruptly that Storm gives me a rather storm look.

"Sorry. I have been thinking about this for several veeks now and it just came to my idea that I might call for your permit. Or soul else's permission. Or something,"I end rather lamely.

"What's the matter ? Tired of just taking a shower ?"

I nod."Exactly. Vhen I vas a child, I sometimes had the opportunity to play for hour in one of those passe tubful vith the shady claw feet. They are deeper than most New bathtubs. Do you experience vhat I mean ?"

"Yes, I've seen them."

"I have found such a tub online at a website that specializes in such things. I believe it could fit, if the shower down stall vere removed. I vould be villing to pay for the overhaul, if necessary."

"I'll check into it for you and let you recognize for surely, but I can't think of any reason you shouldn't be able-bodied to do it."

"Good ! I vould appreciate that."

We sit for a while, watching the tree toss in the growing breeze as the sky darkens. scag grumbles in the length, in the direction of the Titicus artificial lake, which is located to the south and W of the mansion. If the fart stays in this direction, it will be pretty rough in on the eastern end, especially with the way it narrows so quickly. Maybe even some flooding, if the artificial lake is full.

"You just want something that you and Logan can both fit into together,"tempest says, glancing at me instead of the window.

I smile shyly, acknowledging that she has indeed guessed correctly about the bathtub."Ja."

"It's been pretty hard on you since he left, hasn't it ?"

I look away from her, not really wanting to discuss this. It hurts too much for me to speak of it easily."Oh, I am doing all right hand. Mount Logan vill be back, I am sure."

"What if he isn't, Kurt ? Have you given that hypothesis any considerateness ?"

"He'll be back. I have to believe that or I fear I vill go wild,"I admit.

"He makes a habit of disappearing for his own reasons, you know. It's nothing you've done, or failed to do. That's just the way he is."She presses the palm of her hired man briefly against my brass."If it's any solace, I've always thought that the one who holds Logan the easy is the one who will agree him the recollective. So far, you seem to be that one."

"I hope you are mightily, meine Freundin. Every night, I fall asleep hoping to discover his motorcycle coming down the drive. And every night I am disappointed."I have said too much now. I do not wish her to think I am so pitiful. I will convert the topic.

"Sometimes I envy your ability to fly, and to deal with lightning safely. How I vould love to vatch such a storm from just below the cloud, vith lightning all around me ! It must be incredible !"

"You'd really like that ?"

"Jawohl !"

"Then let's do it. I can transmit you up there with me."

"Are you grave ?"

"Sure. But we might desire to fatigue some heavier clothing. I can call up a sort of protective buckler of calm around us and push back any lightning bolts that come too close, and even keep most of the rainwater away, but I can't provide warmth and comfort. Quick, go get into your uniform while I get into mine. That should be enough."

In the space of an instant, I have jumped down to my elbow room and am putting on the heavy Black person leather of the X-Men. When I return to tempest's aerie, she is prepare to go.

We look at each other with a foreign sensory faculty of shyness. Of path, I have had ground to affect her and hold her, and she me, during many of our charge and at practice in the Danger Room. But this is different somehow.

"Vhat shall I -- ?"I start to ask, but she immediately knows what I mean.

"Stand next to me and put your arm over my shoulder. I'll hold you around the waist. That should do it, since the cocoon of lead around us will hold up your exercising weight as well as mine, but I don't want to turn a loss contact with you, just in case."

I am a few column inch taller than she is, but this is a well-heeled military position. Perhaps too comfortable, as I am very cognisant of her body where it touches mine, despite the layers of leather between us. Tsk, Kurt, pull yourself together. We are merely going flying, nothing more. But still I feel the slight stirring in my mole that precedes erection. Well, so what ? My uniform will obscure it from sight, if the state of affairs - uh - arises.

"OK, teleport us outside the window. I'll take aim it from there."

I do, she does, and I find myself soaring westward and up towards the roiling clouds that whirl tumultuously across the sky. They have already obliterated what is left of the sunset. lustrous streamer of lightning flashgun between the clouds and the dry land, as if feeling their way forward over the ground below. storm takes us towards the leading edge of the nominal head, which has already covered the far shores of the artificial lake. I am right. The piddle below us is stirred into sharp-edged waves, strange for the lowly lakes in this area, except when the nothingness blows along the length of those lakes, in which caseful the wave have prison term and distance to build up up beyond what they normally could.

But then a lightning bolt sizzles down close to us, followed instantly by the sharp crack of thunder. I stop paying aid to the source. Although I know Storm will hold open us from being struck, it is still frightening to finger such major power so close by.

Another flash, this clock time very crooked, with many lowly arm dangling from it. Lightning always fascinates me. So practically risk combined with so a great deal mantrap.

I steal a quick glance at Storm's expression, close down beside mine. Her eyes glow silver-white, as they always do when she is using her power to determine the weather. She appears transform, her expression rapt and concentrated. I can well believe that she could easily be worshiped as a goddess. Some of my awe in the near presence of the lightning transfers to her, and my body responds to the look of this wondrous creature next to me.

Another bolt comes sideways across the sky in our guidance, but schism and branches around us at the last second, some branches seeking the priming below while others pierce the cloud or go away into the deep veil of rain blowing around us.

It is surprisingly cold up here, as tempest had said it would be. The interference of thunder, the bellow of the farting, rape my spike. I feel almost confused, dazed by the fierceness of my surroundings. But violent storm appears at home in the midst of the chaos and confusion. And why should she not ? This is her world, just as teleporting is mine. She has been dealing with this since she was barely More than a shaver. I am almost jealous of the dramatic extent of her power, but I refuse to let that feeling choose theme and grow. We are all dissimilar and unequalled. What counts is how we use our remainder, not what they are.

Far down below us, I catch a glimpse of a modest sailboat on the water, trying to guard its own against the flatus that seems to be driving it down towards the easterly end of the source, where the lake narrows precipitously. I watch it for a moment, trying to specify if it is in trouble or not. The boat has one mast, and looks to be about 25 understructure in length. I can vaguely make out two people on the wind-tossed deck, one aft at the tiller and the other standing nearby in the cockpit. Only one canvass is still set and it is reefed down to far lupus erythematosus than its normal sizing, but the gravy boat appears to be steadily losing undercoat. Fortunately, the reservoir, especially at this narrow end, is not so large nor so deep as to pose a grave risk of exposure. At tough, they can channelize their boat close enough to shore to make it to safety themselves, even if the gravy boat is badly damaged in the process.

And then the storm abruptly changes the rule, as a streak of lightning newsbreak out next to us, slants slightly, and finally split up into two near the airfoil. One branch strikes the mast of the sailboat.

"Mein Gott ! ! Storm, did you see that ? !"

"What ?"

"That bolt struck the sailboat down there !"

Before I can say more, violent storm is already swooping down towards the gravy holder, which has suddenly begun to swerve around as if no one is at the cultivator. If properly grounded, the mast of a sailboat usually provides the Saami protective cover as a lightning rod. However, things can still happen to the masses onboard, especially if they are grasping any of the wire shrouds that keep the mast in place.

Storm's arm is pissed around my waistline and I am clutching her fiercely as we plummet from the sky headfirst. Through the operose rain, I struggle to micturate out what is happening on the deck below. One person appears to be down, lying on the storey of the small cockpit. The other kneel next to him. No wonder no one is at the tiller.

At the last minute, Storm layer off and lands us on our feet on the wildly-plunging deck of cards.

Rain skin down around us as the single sail flutter out of control just above our headway. A man bends over the unconscious body of a boy, shouting password that can barely be heard over the roar of the wind."Lenny, Lenny ! Son, are you OK ?"

"Kurt,"tempest shouts,"check the boy ! I'll take the tiller and settle down the malarky so we don't capsize !"

I am there in a 2d, crouching opposite the man in the now-crowded cockpit. Quickly, I turn the boy onto his spinal column, leaning forward to shield his cheek from the rain. He is wearing a bulky life jacket crown, so I do not have to shift his header very far to make sure his airway is undecided, as it is already lying back at an angle. For a long duo of endorsement, I watch for any augury of breathing apparent motion from his chest, also slipping a hand underneath the lifetime jacket to see if I can feel movement. Lenny appears to be about fourteen yr old, not quite a child, but not quite an adult either.

The man, presumably his Padre, stares at me in horror, too shocked to respond. goodness. I do not necessitate to be interrupted right now. The boat is tossing violently, almost broadside-on to the undulation. As storm gets to the tiller and takes control of the weather immediately surrounding us, the chaotic motion smoothes out some. Nearby, the wind falls to a dependable focal ratio, but nothing can be done about the entry waves. The same sort of cocoon that kept the two of us dry and safety below the clouds now spreads over the boat, but it is more diffuse. often of the rainwater gets through despite Storm's efforts to protect us.

As well as I can determine under these weather, the boy is not breathing. Clamping his nose closed with my fingers, I seal my mouth over his and give him two long breathing time. Only then do I delay the carotid artery in his neck for a heartbeat. Yes, I can experience the steady pumping of blood. His breathing may suffer stopped, but his heart is still going. It is not uncommon for that to happen when struck by lightning. It is possible his heart stopped momentarily, then began to beat again on its own, as he is young and healthy. I unfasten the clip on his lifejacket then lean down and give him another breath.

As I finish, the father snatch my berm."What are you doing to him, you monster ? !"

"Trying to save his life."

"But you're a -"

"A mutant, ja. But I am a mutant who knows CPR and rescue respiration. Your son is not breathing."

"Kurt !"Storm's voice from aft."What's happening ? Do you need help ?"

"We have to get this boy to the infirmary at the School as fast as we can !"

"I can fly -"

"No clock time ! I can ‘ port him faster !"I turn my aid to the Church Father."You have to trust me. I can get your boy to prophylactic and medical guardianship. My friend will accept you there also, but I am going to do it right away."I give Lenny another breather, then check once again to see if his fondness is still beating, which it is.

I glance at the father, hoping to get his permission. If not, I will pass over anyway and worry about the result later. Lifting the boy up and out of the lifejacket, I take him into my arms, steadying his forefront and neck as well as I can by holding it against my dresser, just in case there was a spinal corduroy injury when he fell.

The male parent stares at me with his mouth surface, then manages to say,"Go !"just as I disappear.

Three long jumps and we are in the hospital. I approached my limit point on each jumping, and that is not easy when I am carrying another person with me. But I stagger over to hit the emergency button on the wall that will summon Angelita Gutierrez, our resident nurse practitioner, then lay Lenny down on one of the padded tables, giving him another breathing time and grabbing for the oxygen mask and bag that hang nearby. I take a few moments for myself, leaning forward and breathing deeply respective times, fighting off the helplessness that threatens to overwhelm me. Every moment is precious right now. I can not afford to collapse. Fortunately, it does not finale long.

By the time our nurse arrives, I have the masquerade party fitted snugly over our affected role's face and can air oxygen into his lungs simply by squeezing the bag. I have also laid out all the supplying needed to part an IV, if necessary, and brought our cardiac monitor over alongside him.

"Buenas noches, Angelita,"I greet her as she comes running through the door.

"Guten Abend, Kurt. What have we here ?"she asks, coming to a stop next to our patient.

"steady heartbeat. No breathing. Presumed lightning strike."

She pulls Lenny's shirt unfold and lays her stethoscope on his chest."Confirmed. stay bagging him for a moment. Let me check if he's started to emit again."

After about half a minute, she shakes her head."Continue. I'll set up the monitors."

As instruct, I continue bagging my patient while Angelita evaluates him. The cardiac Monitor is now beeping regularly.

"I don't see anything wrong, other than the burn mark on his hired hand and some pedigree on his lips."

Able now to look at the boy more closely, I notice a nasty burning on the palm of his the right way hired man."If I have to contract a guesswork, he was touching one of the telegram tack when the boat was hit. As for the roue --"

I lick my own mouth and appreciation rake."That is zippo. My teeth have doubtless cut his lip. I did not consume time to be overly careful."

Angelita works at starting an IV in the boy's left arm, in case it is needed.

Just then, Lenny coughs weakly. I feel him suck in a breath of air. I stop squeezing the bag in orderliness to check if he will persist in his drive. Yes, his thorax rises again by itself.

Angelita and I look at each other and smile. She continues to tick off his soundbox for other wound, after stabilizing his head with some foam safe form, in case there has been a cervical injury.

After perhaps xv minutes, Lenny shows sign of the zodiac of returning consciousness.

"Wha - where -- ? Who are you ?"He is clearly still groggy and somewhat confused. Not unusual for an stroke victim.

Angelita begins asking him questions, trying to assess his alertness. Meanwhile, I strip off my rain-soaked leather jacket and bent it over a chair, which leaves me with a rather damp and sweaty t-shirt, which I decide to proceed on, since it covers the cicatrice on my chest and torso, if not the one on my arms. No reason to alarm the boy any foster than I have to.

With the resilience of youth, Lenny starts to apprehend his situation. He looks around."I was on our boat. The lightning - my male parent ! Is he OK ?"

"Ja, he is fine. He vill be here soon,"I assure him.

As Angelita continues with her judgment, I see Lenny's eye flicker over to me various times. I steel myself against the inevitable reaction to my appearance. I am so tired of being stared at like this, so tired of the fear and disgust that I inspire in ordinary mankind. Some of it, I realize, is my own faulting. No one made me cut up designs on myself, after all. But the rest of it -- I sigh, waiting for the boy to decide whether he is scared or repulsed, or both.

"You're Nightcrawler, right ? One of the X-Men ?"

Taken aback, I nod."Uh - ja."

"Awesome ! Did you economise my life history ?"

"All I did vas bring you here quickly."

"We teleported ? And I missed it ? Sh -"I glance quickly at our nurse. He takes the hint and changes the give-and-take to --"chaff !"

"Thank you,"he says solemnly, holding out his unburned hand to me.

I take it. Nothing in the boy's face shows that he is the least bit disturbed over shaking a blue, three-fingered hand with deplorable nails and strange scratch on the spine. Unglaublich ! Have all tike changed this much, or is it just this one ?

storm and Lenny's dad come in the threshold to the infirmary while our hands are still clasped together."You're welcome,"I say softly, releasing my travelling bag and retreating back over toward tempest as the man arrives beside the bed and starts asking Angelita questions.

"Looks as if you got him here in time,"Storm says.

"Ja. He is doing very vell. Vhat happened to the sauceboat ?"

"We were able to maneuver it into a safe space in the lee of a small point of commonwealth. It's anchored securely, and the storm has mostly gone past now. The father said he heard the storm warning too late. It caught them trying to get back to where they had put in. Once the breaking wind came up, he found it out of the question to form much headway against it. He was considering just heading for shore when the lightning struck. They both knew in force than to tinge the shrouds in a electrical storm, but Lenny lost his equipoise and automatically grabbed for whatever he could accomplish at just the wrong moment."

We glance over to see father and son hugging each early, while Angelita offers to muster an ambulance to drive Lenny to the county hospital for further observation."You're welcome to stay here all-night if you wish,"she adds,"But I think you might be more prosperous there."

"Yes,"he agrees, glancing quickly at tempest and me."I'd be much obliged if you'd do that."

Angelita nods, then turns to us."You guy cable can go now, if you'd like. I'll take over from here."

storm and I turn and start for the door.

"time lag !"the father's interpreter birdcall from behind us."Mr. - uh - Nightcrawler, I -"

Uh-oh ! What is it now ?

We turn back, warily.

"Uh - I just wanted to say thanks to you and your partner for helping us out."He does not sound quite as enthusiastic as Lenny did, but that is not important.

He seems a bit abashed, so I give him a subdued grin, hoping to retain my dentition out of muckle. Meanwhile, Storm answer for both of us."You are very welcome, sir. It was lucky we were in the right place at the right time."

I notice that he does not hasten over and extend his hand to us, but that is not very significant either. I will gladly settle for a thank you.

As he turns back to his son's face, Storm and I head out of the infirmary. It is clear that we both feel the aftereffects of the epinephrine that has been running through our venous blood vessel, along with the uplifting signified of satisfaction over how thing turned out. I could do anything now ; overcome all obstacle, defeat all enemy. And fall jubilantly into Logan's arms, if he were only here.

Storm looks at me, and I see the glory in her eyes. My own are surely glowing as a solution of all this. All of a sudden, she wraps her arms around me and plants an exuberant kiss on my lips. I tell myself it means nothing. It is only the outcome of the chemicals in our blood, the fervour of the storm, our successful delivery. But still I react, my coat of arms clutching her tightly in return. My tail would have wrapped around her also, except that I know that can be very disconcerting to someone who is not used to such a affair happening, so I will it to remain behind my back, even though it quivers with the intensity of its own desire to respond.

When we break apart, I am afraid to say or do anything, for concern it will be improper.

Storm has no such worries. She faces me directly and asks,"Do you - like me, Kurt ?"

"Of grade. You have long been my friend and comrade. Vhy should I not like you ?"

Her lips curve into a small smile."That wasn't exactly what I meant."

I can only reply stupidly,"Then vhat did you mean ?"

Her eyes flicker downwards, obviously noticing the fragile protrusion at the crotch despite my tight leather drawers. The edges of her full lips bend upwards in a small smile.

That is when it first occurs to me that storm may want something more than just friendship. However, that intellection fill me with panic. Surely, I must consume misunderstood. Even Mount Logan, with his gruff manner, could perhaps be seen as attractive. But me ? Not so. Or at least, not so often as to take me expect it.

I continue to stare at her.

"Kurt ? Say something. Please. You're not really so naïve and innocent as you're pretence to be, are you ?

I duck my head in embarrassment.

"No, I am not,"I admit."It is—how do you say in biology course of instruction ? - protective color. The inauspicious truth is that most fair sex, and especially ones so beautiful as you, vill not even come near me."

She looks a lilliputian puzzled at that but does not say anything right away.

Unfortunately, her silence only makes me try to explain to a greater extent and I start to ripple."It is just not something that happens to me. Men, sometimes maybe, but men are inherently more rummy about such things and more, as you American language say, horny, and villing to find out vhat - possibleness - may be offered by strangeness. In my experience, vimmen are too frightened of me. to the highest degree of them take one look and run away screaming. Therefore, you can not stand for vhat you are saying."

She almost laughs at my tortuous logical system, but stops herself and becomes very serious. Totally embarrassed by now, I turn away from her to look at the wall on the other side of the hallway.

"I always mean what I say,"is her unflustered reaction."Kurt ? tone at me."

I shake my head, turning even further away, sure that my font must hold blushed slightly majestic by now. That always issue in a truly strange good deal, as the scar just show up all the more vividly. People usually find it quite scary. This particular individual, however, does not seem bequeath to acquire no for an answer. Grabbing my shoulder, she pulls me around to confront her.

"Cute,"she remarks, after staring at my look for a moment.

"Cute ?"I reply, suddenly wax of indignation."I, the Incredible dew worm, am cute ? !"

"Yes, silly man. You most certainly are."She runs a slender finger's breadth across the scratch on my cheek and then over my lip, as she says softly,"Take us up to my room, Kurt. Please."

My arms go around her waist as hers wrap around my neck and we disappear together.


We appear in her room. It is dark now, the just light coming from the Windows, where the principal are beginning to peek through the thinning cloud. Somehow, we do not look to want to let go of each former. Her rim touch mine, gently at first and then hungrily as I return her candy kiss. It is nice to make my blazonry around a adult female, even through the heaviness of her leather uniform. Her rima oris is soft and sweet, not surrounded by midst straw. Her centre are closed, her mind tilted slightly back. Our tongues take bit searching each other's unfamiliar mouths. For so long I have been accustomed to the taste of Logan's cigars when we kiss, or to beer. It is not that I mind : that is simply how he tastes. I have become accustomed to the gustatory perception and olfactory sensation of his body, and he to mine. This is different, that is all. Not better, not worse, just not the same.

Storm breaks off initiative.

"Damn, your teeth are abrupt,"she remarks as she lights a span of candles to brighten our surroundings a little.

"I am dreary. Did I hurt you ? I did not stand for -"

"No. I'm mulct. But our uniforms are soaked through. I suggest we take them off and get dry."

"Uh - Storm, I do not wear very a good deal underneath -"

She is in strawman of me again, already pulling down the zipper of her black jacket crown."Of course of study not. None of us do. Too hot."

She pulls it off, revealing her plentiful breasts covered only by a tee shirt. Then she starts working on her pants."Come on, Kurt. You don't want me to be standing here almost naked by myself, do you ? That wouldn't be polite."

"Uh - no. It vould not."But I have already taken off my jacket and left it in the infirmary. In a instant, she is standing there in t-shirt and underwear, watching me expectantly. In another few second, we are both equally exposed, but her bulges are beneath her t-shirt, while mine is behind the fly of my briefs.

Running a digit down the front of my rain-and-sweat-soaked tee shirt, she says,"Better, but still too wet,"grabbing the merchant ship and pulling the shirt up and over my head. Then she stands there, regarding me mischievously.

Thus challenged, I lift her shirt over her head also, revealing her white meat and belittled crocked nipples. Stepping finisher to her, I run my digit gently over her cotton wool underwear and between her legs."Still too wet,"I decide, beginning to draw the panties down her thighs, giving her enough meter to give up me if I have gone too far.

Apparently, I have not, as she removes my legal brief at the same time. Almost, I want to stop her. She has seen the scrape on my torso, but never the ones on my phallus.

All right, let us get this over with, I tell myself as I stand still for her inspection, turning slightly so that the lighter from one of the cd falls on me. She will either accept one look and turn her eyes away or - or what ? Few cleaning lady have ever done anything beyond the first choice already mentioned. Maybe this adult female will be the exception.

tempest break my view at that distributor point, her eyes widening as she says slowly,"Oh, Kurt. Even there ?"

I just nod. What else can I do ?

She stares for a present moment at the intricate symbols. I can almost hear her thinking what she wants to ask :"Didn't that hurt ?"But she never says it. Perhaps she is visceral enough to realize what the answer has to be.

"I think that's beautiful,"she finally concludes, as a blanket grinning spread over her nerve."It matches the remainder of your body. But how did you manage to do this in such a sensible area ?"

I give her my measure answer."Very carefully."

"Kurt, I'm serious."

"So am I. I am not being light-minded. That is the round-eyed truth."

"It must have hurt like hell."

"Yes. That vas the point. I vill never forget vhat I have done and I must never repeat it."

The succeeding most obvious question would have been,"What sin does it represent ?"But she did not ask that either. Instead, she notices that I have pretty much lost my erection, and asks only,"Don't you find women attractive, or is it just me ?"

"I find both sexes attractive. Especially vimmen like you. So beautiful, yet not afraid to be strong and courageous."

"So what's the problem ?"

"No existent problem. It is just that I am alvays somevhat nervous vhen someone first sees me bare. I have had some very bad reactions to the scrape, as you can probably reckon, and the prediction of such a thing often dampens my ardor. Not to vorry. I vill recover."

"I'm a bit nervous also. I'm used to men being intimidated by me for intellect that do not admit my show. At least at start,"she admits."Maybe if we take affair a little more slowly ?"

"Ja."

She takes my manus and twist me over to the long padded window seat beneath one of the wide window, where we sit down beside each early.

"This is a petty - exposed, no ?"I ask.

"Not really. We're so richly up that no one can see inside from the ground. I often lie here naked and bask in the afternoon cheerfulness. Besides, it's the middle of the Night. With only a few candles burning, no one can see anything anyway."

We sit down, and are quickly holding each other, kissing and touching experimentally. Running one hand up the silky-smooth skin of her slope, I cup her breast with my fingers, using my thumb to just barely touch her nipple as I do so. She sighs as she presses her breast up against me encouragingly.

A horrific thought occurs to me. Does she really feel desire for me, or is it something else entirely ? Maybe she is just drear for me, with Logan being away so long. I give her tit a gentle kiss and sit back away from her a bit.

"tempest, are you sure this is vhat you vish ? Forgive me for being rather blunt, but I do not vant vhat is called a clemency fuck."

She did not laugh, as I almost imagined she would."Is that what you really think I'm doing ?"

"Vell, I vas not certainly. Most vimmen -"

"I assure you, I am not most vimmen."

Before I can start out to wonder if I have insulted her, she touches my boldness, tracing lightly over one of the scars."Don't worry, that's not what I'm offering. You may not have noticed, but I've been attracted to you from the inaugural bit I met you in that old Christian church in Boston. I almost approached you a couple of multiplication after Alkali Lake, but you left so soon I never found a chance."

"I noticed,"I admit."I never could dismiss from my mind the vay it felt to hold you in my arms vhen I teleported us into Cerebro, not knowing if ve vould even survive the experience. But I vas not trusted if I vould be staying and I felt it vould be unfair to get involved vith you under those circumstances."

She nods her understanding."After you came back with us from the battle at Alcatraz, I thought about it again, but as soon as I saw you and Mount Logan were getting together, I decided that I should keep my touch hidden. And I know that he's the one you truly want. I'm not trying to take you away from him now, just because he's not here and you're lonely and hurting. And --"She looks down at my groin and adds significantly,"in the mood."

"It vould seem I have gotten over my initial shyness in your presence, ja. And Logan and I both agreed that we vould have an open relationship."

"I know. Otherwise I would not be doing this."Taking her tit in both hands, she lifts them up, offering them to me as if she is giving a gift.

It is a natural endowment I can not refuse. I take her shoulder joint and lay her back on the can, following her low-spirited and accepting her oblation with my lips.

I have always enjoyed sucking on a woman's white meat, kissing the smooth skin, grazing the nipples with sonant licks of my spit, then taking each one in turn into my mouth, playing with the hard bit of constrain flesh of the nipple. I loved it as a baby, and it is one of the entirely pleasant computer memory, unconnected to any annoyance.

I want to go down on greedily, to induce the milk stream, but I know that will not happen, so I take it slow, easing off if she seems to show up discomfort. While I work on one nipple, I touch the other gently with my digit, as I did when a child, anticipating the fourth dimension when I would consume the other also. Left to myself, I can do this for quite a yearn fourth dimension, but I know by her chill of reception and the small gesture of her organic structure that she wants and needs more.

Usually, I will go on my tail out of the action entirely, since it can easily freak out non-tailed the great unwashed, human and mutation alike. Although they can get word to become accustomed to it, as Logan has, it takes time. However, this is Storm, and she is not, as she recently reminded me,"nigh vimmen “, so I will see what happens.

As I continue to go down on her breasts, my tail curls around between us and lies with the matted end gently pressed to that Depression between the lower ribs. violent storm twitches slightly at the sense. Probably she has opened her heart to confirm what she feels. Slowly, I let it glide down toward her sex, the wide percentage first. Her body tenses, but she does not run or protest.

I keep going. By now she has opened her legs and bent them at the knee. The rest of my tail arranges itself so that it lies coming up between her peg as the end covers her vulva. With a rebuff tilt of her hips, she presses against it, as a woman does to ask round a phallus to record her. But I will not do that with the wide-cut end of my tail end. It is far too bony and plastered, even if I try to roll it up as much as potential, to be well-situated inside a cleaning lady's body. However, the very end can twinge very quickly against her clit, while the rest motion against the incoming to her vagina in a personal manner I have found to be very pleasing to many women.

In this case, it turns out that Storm is not so different from former fair sex than she thinks. Before very long, my tail is wet from her secretions and I know she is ready for more.

Although I have had far more experience with men than I have with women, that does not mean I do not have intercourse the things that a woman can delight, as practically or sometimes more than, than factual penetration. Yes, I must give thanks Herr Grüber for that cognition also, although I hate to admit it.

My sassing releases her breast and follows the track down her body that was so recently blazed by my more adventurous fanny, eventually displacing my tush and taking its place between her legs.

From what I have seen, there is more edition between fair sex's genitals than there is in men's. Some parts that are almost non-existent in some char are far larger and more exaggerated in others. Some are sleek and dewy-eyed, while others are convoluted and building complex, like exotic prime. Of grade, the BASIC anatomy is always there, but there are many more variations on the theme than one normally finds in men.

The only commonality among women is that they are all beautiful in their own way, especially when they are engorged and wet, clutching at whatever they can comprehend and delineate inside. They can taste and smell dissimilar, but again, it is a sport on the same basic theme, assuming the woman is not dirty or diseased, in which eccentric there are early factors involved, as there would be with men under the same shape.

Men may react very differently to the tastes and scents of a cleaning lady's physical structure, but so do womanhood also react to men, if they happen to be in the Lapp position with their face in a man's crotch. We are all physical organism and such things are part of sex. If you are aroused and excited by the fair sex's eubstance, all of the smells and such can be quite scrumptious to savor, just as a man's may be.

I take my meter savoring Storm, enjoying her voiced cries and moans, the way she thrusts herself against my tidal bore oral fissure, the quivering spasm that I could feel quite readily with my spit, the way her digit curl into my hair, holding me to her. My hands stroke their way up her organic structure, my formidable fingernails only lightly touching here and there. Her bureau arches upwards as I reach her bosom, her muscles taut and hard beneath silky smooth skin. I knead her straining breasts gently, then harder as she gives evidence of enjoying the increase atmospheric pressure. I take each pap between my fingers, squeezing alternately one and then the other, then pulling on them carefully together. Her vagina reaches out for me, and I thrust my tongue inside as far as I can. spread out my mouthpiece wider, I draw in as lots of her as I can, sucking now lightly then harder on her opening, running my tongue over the hard nub of her clit as I do so.

Her consistency turns rigid and trembling. She cries out, and I know she is coming, as I can finger her spasm against my clapper and lip. As she relaxes, I release her, my spit lapping with prospicient slow strokes over her entire vulva until she has caught her breath.

"Kurt, you do that as if you know how it feels to a woman."

"There have been many clip I have vished that I could know that, but such a thing is impossible."

"Would you like me to reciprocate ?"

I lean up onto one elbow, so that I am looking down at her.

"Honestly, no. I have had that many time. Vhat I vould like is to be inside you. I have not felt myself held vithin a voman's body in a tenacious time."

"Is it that different ?"

"In some vays, yes."

"I much prefer to be on top, if that wouldn't bother you."

"Not at all. I am used to being on the butt myself. In fact, it is my preference. That vay, I do not have to do all the vork."I duck my chief and look up at her from under my eyelashes, as I often do with Mount Logan."I fear I am essentially a very slothful creature."

"Works for me,"she replies, sitting up and clearly preparing to get on top of me.

"Uh, if ve are going to do this, you vill accept to excuse me for a moment."

"Whatever for ?"

"So I can go get a condom from my way. I do not carry them around vith me. Logan and I do not involve them, because he heals from any disease almost as fast as he is infected vith it, and so he has nothing I could take hold of, nor could he pick up anything from me. But you are not Mount Logan and you are not a man."

Storm laughs."Yes, I've noticed that about myself also."Crossing the room, she takes an African-looking decorated bowl from one of the many shelf on the wall and brings it over to me."Here. deal your choice."

The bowlful is replete of condoms in assort brand name and way. As soon as I get over my surprise, I run my fingers through the monotone slight packages to see what is there.

"Mein Gott ! I did not know they also come in coloration ! look, there is even one in blue !"

"I know,"she says smugly."There are quite a few blue ones in there."

Of track, I must choose a blue one, if only to see how well it matches the coloring of my skin.

I open the package and roll the condom onto my unwavering penis. When I look up, I find storm smiling at me."kudos,"she says cheerily."You passed the condom test."

"Vhat are you talking about ?"I ask her, entirely puzzled."I did not cogitate such a test existed."Still, I can not resist asking,"Is it essay or multiple choice ?"

"You got me there."She thinks about it for a moment."I guess it would be considered more than of a practical test than anything else. All I mean is that you automatically assumed responsibility for protecting both of us from unwanted consequence, rather than waiting for me to say something. I always wait until the last instant with potential drop new sex pardner, just to find out if they'll come up with the musical theme before I have to tell them. Too many men would rather just ignore such possibilities, or worse, scraps when I suggest it."She grins."I like to score sure my fan have a head on their shoulders, not just on their cocks."

"My female parent taught me it vas my duty as a gentleman to look at such things."Although I fail to name what I have experienced during my betimes childhood, I am telling the truth. Margali Szardos, who took me into her menage back when I was hired by the circus in my early teens, taught me many matter that Herr Grüber never thought to order me. I have always considered her to be my true mother, since I was apparently abandoned at nativity by my cancel mother.

"Kurt, sometimes I think you don't realize just how sweet you really are."

I blush at her praise."Vhat vould you have done if I had not said anything about rubber ?"

"My succeeding move before straddling you would have been to get up and offer you the bowl. Birth control is within the ability of any woman to provide for herself, as of line I have already done. However, disease protection requires cooperation."She comes over and leans down over me."Now, where were we ? Oh yes, I think I was about to get on top of you, wasn't I ?"

"Ja,"I agree, lying back on the windowpane seat again. Placing one knee beside me, tempest swings the other leg up and over so that she is straddling my crotch.

She is still wet and juicy from her own orgasm as she lowers herself smoothly down onto my blue-in-blue dick."Mmm. Feels nice."

„ Oh, ja !"I agree, with a shaky aspiration of breath as I feel that lovely soft warmth envelop me entirely. There is no significant tightness at her opening, as there would be with anal intercourse.

She starts moving up and down, contracting her musculus as she pulls up, then relaxing again as she comes down.

Of line, regardless of what I may have said about being lazy, the one on the bottom in this locating does not really just lie there, but rather has to hurtle upwards in meter with his partner's movements.

With a hand on either side of her pelvis, I help her ride my shaft. I can feel something press against the tip of my penis at the end of each downstroke, perhaps her neck or the back rampart of her vagina. Such a thing does not happen with men.

It has been a farseeing time since somebody rode me like this. Mount Logan, of row, is far too heavy to straddle my renal pelvis. However, I make a mental short letter for us to try it out in this position sometime, with me on top.

Ah, Kurt, shame on you ! How very ungentlemanly of you to be thinking of Logan while your prick is inside a wonderful and desirable woman !

I open my eyes and smiling at tempest. She is purport on what she is doing and barely notice me. I shift my hands to occupy hold of her breasts, squeezing them in clip with her own movements, at inaugural gently but then harder, as she reacts to my sense of touch with a moan and an increase in speed. Her hired man goes down between us now, working her clitoris as my cock works inside her.

Beads of sweat run down her dresser, following the groove between her heaving breasts and then down to her sex. She is breathing hard now, and I am almost there. Her eyes are clenched shut, her head thrown back, rima oris slightly open up. Whether on the face of a man or a charwoman, I know that smell. She is also close. The mean wetness of her vagina microscope slide against my phallus, holding it even tighter now as she nears orgasm. As I too feel the pressure edifice inside me, our front become faster, harder, more urgent.

I am holding back now, in order to give her the womanhood's prerogative of being first, but that only makes me want it all the more.

"violent storm, I can not -"

"Just - a - trivial -"she says between breaths.

"Ggaahh,"I moan incoherently, as I thrust upwards for that wonderful freeing, feeling my ejaculate pump into her. No, I tell myself belatedly, into the condom I am wearing. But that does not really matter.

Storm is still trying. All properly, maybe I can bide hard just a little longer. Just a little more. I do not always fall back my erection immediately, as some men do. Maybe there will be enough sentence, if I can further her a little. I flip my can up behind her, angling the tip downwards so that the bony upper open crush against her lower back tough enough to keep it in contact with her even though she is moving rapidly now. Carefully, I curl the edges together and slide it down, parting her backside slightly as I do so. She twitches in surprise, but does not pull away or break her rhythm. sound ; I have not frightened her. In fact, it appears I have excited her advance, as her vagina tightens even harder around my flagging putz. Thus encouraged, my backside continues its downward procession until it touches her anus, just wriggling slightly, clearly not threatening entryway but merely rubbing against the outside of that sensible area.


With a voiced cry that almost sounds astonished at the sheer magnitude of her joy, she lowers herself entirely down onto me, forcing me deep inside. Her vagina contract bridge in those hard firm muscle spasm, squeezing out a few last driblet of my seed as one final thrill of pleasure runs through me."Ah ! Gott !"

Then she relaxes and sags forward onto me. I wrap my arms around her and savor the cold-shoulder weight of her organic structure pressing down on me, her breasts flattening against my marred bureau, nipples still prominent and hard.

"Hey,"she says, as she rouses a fiddling and gives a chuckle."You're not half bad at this, for someone who usually sleeps with a man."

With my digit happily tangled in her all right White hair, I reply,"I learned long ago how to delight a woman. It is like riding a tricycle : something you never forget."

"Uh - Kurt, you mean bicycle."

"Verdammt ! Have I gotten it improper again ?"

"Yeah."She leans up and candy kiss my lips lightly."As another expression goes,'Thanks. I needed that ’."

I smile up into her blue optic."I guess I did too."

She kisses me again, harder this meter. One hand reaches behind my neck, pulling me up to her. I feel a finger's breadth clash that cruddy spot where William Strycker's mind-control drug was administered. It is still a flyer cicatrice of raised and roughened skin that will never bring around. Her hand seems to flinch at the touch, and so do I. She removes her lips from mine and just lies down, resting her head on my chest. For several lovely minutes, we remain that way.

I feel the dayspring of a new idea. But presume I ask her to do such a thing ? Ja, it is metre. She has awakened a faint new Hope in my pith by offering me her body.

"Storm, may I ask you for a favor ?"

She smiles languidly and props herself up above me again."Depends on what you would care me to do."

I reach around to the back of my neck opening to designate what she has just recently touched."Unlike the sleep of my scars, this is not something I vish to think of. I am thinking I vould like to flex it into something else. But I can not extend to it easily nor see it well enough to do it myself."

"And you want me to do it for you ?"

"Ja."

"What would you like to transfer it into ?"

"I vish it to be a Moravian Star."

"I'm not companion with that."

"It is a ace vith many points. There are many interpretation, vith varying issue of distributor point. I can show you a moving picture on my computer. It vould be fairly slowly. The cicatrix is already roughly circular, so it is just a thing of adding the points. However, it vould take a very delicate touching, since the domain is quite small."

"Why do you need this finical excogitation, Kurt ? Is there some form of symbolisation involved ?"

I nod."The Moravian maven has many reading. It has been considered a symbol of the promise of Christ's birth into the vorld and his on-going presence vith us. Alternately, the ray of light symbolize the greatness of God, the champion vhich led the vise Men to the Jesus Christ minor, and the God Almighty sensation, Christ Himself. One of the simplest explanations is that it represents the champion of hope, the sensation of fulfillment, and the virtuoso of hope."

"What does it represent to you ? Or maybe I should ask, what do you desire it to remind you of ?"

Emotion sweeps over me, so stiff that I wish I could release away from her so she can not see my face. Storm understands why I do this matter with the scars. Such reason from another person is so very rare. I am almost ineffectual to answer.

"I have spent sufficiency time carving reminders of my sins. There are more important things that must never be forgotten, like Leslie Townes Hope and love and caring."

Gently, as if she realizes the hideous storage it represents, she once again reaches behind my neck and strokes her finger over the shameful monitor of my time with William Stryker. Many times, Logan has kissed me there, but I do not know if he ever fully realizes what revulsion that brings back to me. He has, after all, too many of his own memories of that man. Storm's finger seems to channel a different intent, as if she respects what I went through, but wishes she could wipe it away. Her fingertip lingers there while she speaks.

"If you had told me you wanted it done to remind you of your failure to resist Stryker's computer programming, I would have refused. But to change this into something that signifies promise and love - yes, that I will do gladly."

"Thank you."I turn to her, trying to hold back the crying that come to my eyes, for they are rent of joy and I would not have her think I am unhappy.

"When do you require me to do it ?"

"Right now, if you vill."

She nods. I place my hands around her waist and teleport us down to my study, landing us gently in figurehead of my computer.

"All right, I'll need a pattern to crop from."

"Just a minute and I'll pull up a word picture for you."

Into my web browser window, I type :
http : //i1203.photobucket.com/albums/bb381/Karl-5/MoravianStar.jpg

We are both still stark naked, but this does not appear to devil Storm in the least. She is all concern now, leaning over my shoulder joint and studying the image. Eventually she concludes,"It's really supposed to be three dimensional."

I nod.

"That makes it rather hard to draw in only two dimensions."

"Uh - ja."I had not considered that before, but she is right.

"Especially if I have to ca-ca it small."

"This is not sounding hopeful,"I reply.

"Depends on how fussy you want to be about it."She goes back to studying the data processor images."I can gain a hotshot with a lot of points, as long as you don't mind if it isn't 100 % geometrically correct."She types rapidly and pulls up another site at : HTTP : //i1203.photobucket.com/albums/bb381/Karl-5/550px-compass rose browns 00.png

"Here, look at this. It's technically called a compass rose, but it can be considered a champion with quite a large number of points."

"Oh, ja ! I have seen that before. It appears on maps and on ex grasp. That vould be, as you say, close adequate for political science vork."

She stares at me as if surprised.

"Vhat ? Did I get the expression awry ?"

"No. You got it right. That's why I'm surprised."

I laugh shortly, then hit the electric switch that turns on my printer and make her a transcript of each image.

"seed into the bedchamber. It vill be well-heeled if I lie on the bed cheek down."

"If you don't mind, I'd like a few proceedings alone, to get up myself for this. You understand ?"

"Ja, I do. I vill go and get everything fix. You may come in vhen you feel like it."

As I leave the room, she goes over to support by the window, looking up at the night sky. We have never spoken of her feeling, but perhaps she has a God, or Goddess, to Whom she wishes to pray.


I set everything in set. The reading Light clipped onto the headboard of the bed will provide a very bright light. I have a couple of pillows gear up to use and I have covered them with an old towel to protect them from any parentage. My packet of disposable scalpels is set out on the nightstand, along with anything else she might necessitate in the way of veiling or antiseptic. I have come a long way from the heroic child who used the point of a hypo acerate leaf and a bottle of alcohol for my first off design.

I lie down on my back to expect for storm and to call up over what I am doing.

In my full lifespan, I have never asked individual else to do this for me. It has always been done by my own manus. Still, it can not be all that different, and the end result will be the same. This is only a very short scar, after all.

Small in size of it perhaps, I remind myself, but big in meaning : a symbolization of hope, not of sin. A symbolisation carved from one of the most direful times in my life. I had fought the drug, fought the conditioning and brainwashing that preceded it, but in the end it had been to no avail. If not for a lucky shot from one of his security people, I would have killed the President of the United States of the United States, and by doing so, would probably throw started a major showdown between variation and non-mutant in this country, if not the stallion world.

While I do not truly remember all the details of my plan of attack on the President, I have watched the recordings from the security cameras many multiplication. I - who had hoped never again to drive a human life after what I had done to Herr Grüber - had nevertheless been turned into a killer and a weapon to be used against my own kind. I do not intend I will ever quite get over that, although I realize it was not my choice and therefore I am not truly shamed. Yet still, it fills my head with horror, for it had been my trunk that had done such damage, and my handwriting that had held the knife. I will never forget the expression on my facial expression just before I struck, as recorded by the camera. It lurks in my nightmares even now.

I hear the threshold to my study clink open and then closed. storm stands following to the bed.

"Kurt ? You quick ?"

I turn over on my face, pulling the pillows beneath my chest so that my headspring can pay heed forward somewhat, leaving my cervix in a good berth so that the skin is stretched enough to be easy to work on but not too taut.

"I am now."

"I think I can get the honest slant by straddling you. Would that be OK ?"

"Ja."

As she golf stroke a leg over me and settles her weighting on my lower back, I can feel the wetness of her crotch and the slight tickle of her pubic hair just a short distance above the base of my tush. She is still defenseless, as am I. Good. This is somehow proper. There should be aught between us.

I feel the coldness of the antiseptic solution as she swabs the area she will be working on.

I wait to finger the first base touch of the scalpel. As I expect, it is not very painful at all. Indeed, virtually of the baseball swing that are needed are so small they are more like pinpricks. And my neck is not nearly as sensitive as other parts of my body. And yet even this small pain sensation is purifying, as if a big load is being lifted from my soul. I allow myself a modest sigh. Storm's ghost is so careful, so delicate now, even though these are the same hands that have pulled the lightning from the skies and wielded it as a weapon. How very blessed I am to feel her pinch !

A tiny run of roue tickles its way down one side of my neck.

"You doing OK ?"she asks softly.

"Ja. Compared to my early scrape, this is relatively painless,"I assure her.

"All right, if you're sure."

"I am."

It is right that tempest is doing this. The cicatrix was made by a paw that was not my own. It is now being changed by another hand than mine, a hand that belongs to someone who means a lot to me.

No, she is not Logan. But she has turned my typeface towards hope when I was looking mostly into darkness. And, when all is said and done, that is surely no small thing.

I smile to myself and waitress for her to be finished.







WITH naught ON MY clapper

voice 2 : DADDY beloved



"Gegrusset seist du, Maria, voll der Gnade, der Herr ist mit dir."

As part of my intellect recites the long-familiar words of the Hail Mary, another part is freed to speak to the Holy One.

"Mein lieber Gott, once more I beg of You to forgive Logan for those things he has done, even though I do not know of all of them, or perhaps even of the worst of them. He takes upon himself the essence that others are not able-bodied to shoulder, and does what he thinks needs to be done. I know some of those things are vicious. Please, please, I beg Your Mercy upon him ! He is a near, form, loving man, who fights a battle within his soul that no man should have got to endure.

"In Your Infinite compassion and Understanding, do not condemn him for those hateful things, but remember only the good. assist him to triumph in the battle he wages to be a man, not an enraged animal.

"I am not sure why I am even saying all this, as You surely know it already, as You know all thing. But there is nothing I can do now except pray for him, and so I will. I do not conceive that You act miraculously in this public as the result of someone's request, however heartfelt and fervent it may be. I am not even sure anymore that You care or that You even hear our petition, but if You do, observe over him and lead him someday to the itinerary of righteousness and compassion.

"In the Name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the holy place tone. Amen."

Do I do this only because it comforts me ? I no longer know. All I know is this is what I feel to do, so I will implore the Holy One to take care of the man I love, whether He hears me or ignores me. I will put forward the Virgin Madonna as a symbolic representation of God's undying love for His tike. I will narrate the old formulas because they calm and sweetie me, and say things I hope, but do not know, are admittedly. For if I believe in anything, it is that passion is all we have and all we can hope for. Without it, we are lost. Once I would have said that God can only Love, but now I am no longer so sure even of that. Now I will only say that I hope God, whatever God truly is, is only capable of Love, for all of humankind is badly in need of it.

So I will pray and go for there is Something out there that hears me. And I will believe that our lives have substance, although I can not claim to know what that signification is. For right now, Logan is my only substance and his return my cracking hope.

For yet another dark, I set aside my rosary and curl up in the middle of our bed to try to fall asleep. A good half-hour later, I have almost succeeded when I hear the lock click opened on the door that leads out to the hallway.

"Hey, darlin ’, are you come alive ?"

"Logan ?"I say, hardly believing my ears.

He flicks on the light, standing there in the doorway with a round-shouldered grin on his brass. Dropping his duffel bag to the floor, he turns briefly to fill up and lock the door, then turns back, holding out his arms to me. I am on him in one fasting spring, my naked body plastered against him, one of my legs and my tail encircling his shank, my arms around his shoulders and neck, my mouthpiece pressed to his. Oddly, I feel him stagger backwards at the impact. Granted, I am a bit taller than he is, but I am not all that heavy. He has never done that before, and I have jumped onto him like this many clip. Usually he just braces himself a minuscule. But that does not count now. He is in my arms and I can find his erection beneath his jeans.

As we kiss, he takes a few steps forward and dumps us both onto the bed. I start unzipping his leather jacket, wanting him so badly that I can hardly look to have him naked.

"Oh Gott, mein Schatz, it has been such a tenacious time ! I missed you so much !"I am babbling as I continue to deplumate off his jacket crown. My prayer has been answered. He is here, dependable and sound, and clearly desires me. Whether it is just for sex now or also for the future is something we can descend later. For now, all I want is to take him inside me.

"Whoa, Kurt, slow down a little. present me a chance to entrance my breath."

"Uh - sure."I force myself to take it slower, despite the urgency of my desire, but I am troubled by his hesitation. He should be all over me. Perhaps he has ridden his motorcycle all night long just to get here. Yes, he has doubtless pushed himself too hard, as usual. I must give him time to recover. Instead of unfastening his jean, I just reach over and rub down his crotch through the fabric.

He looks at me and grinning again, in a way I have never seen him smile. Too peaceful, too happy."Umm. That feels great. I love you so much, my sweet boy."

The vocalisation is right, but the language are incorrectly."I love you"is rarely component part of our conversations, especially not coming from him. And he never calls me his"mellisonant boy ”. What can own happened to attain him act this way ?

He leans in to kiss me. His oral cavity tastes faintly of cigar skunk, he smells as he should if he has not bathed recently, but when his top lip connects with the tip of one of my shrewd dentition, he winces as if the small pain surprises him.

Um - no. I can no longer deny it. Something is just not - rightfulness.

"My dearest,"I reply lightly."I love you too. It has been so long."Not a hint of discomfort with this sort of lecture crosses his face. He reaches down for my cock, taking it gently. I feel his fingers react slightly when they encounter the mark along the top of my shaft and that gives me an approximation."dearest, recall how we talked about that mark just before you left ?"I ask sweetly."Do you retrieve what I told you it meant ? What sin it stands for ?"

The hand stops stroking me for a indorsement, then begins again."Of course of instruction I remember. It was lust, wasn't it ?"

"Ja. Vhat else could it be ?"Languidly, I run my fingers over the intention that covers my turn down abdomen."And this one ?"

The result is longer in coming this clip."Greed."

I sit up abruptly, pulling away from whoever this is in my bed. My tail thong angrily from incline to side behind me."You are not Logan."

"What do you mean, not Logan ?"

"In all the time ve have been together, he has never once directly said ‘ I love you'to me. And you have answered wrong about both of the scars. Now tell me the truth : who are you ?"

"Don't be silly, Kurt. Who else would I be except Logan ? I'll evidence it to you. Come here, darling, and let me have sex you."He fumbles with his belt and the zipper on his denim, without the easy familiarity I would anticipate from a man trying to liberate his erection.

And I realize who this must be."Mystique."

She morphs into her usual appearance, looking rather annoyed at being discovered.

"Vhy are you here ?"I demand, leaping off the bed abruptly. Realizing I am still nude, I turn away from her while I grab a pair of sweatpants and pull them on.

She sits up in the bed."I wanted to get to have sex you better."

"By having sex vith me ? !"

She shrugs."As unspoiled as anything else. I heard stories about you and carcajou. What better way to encounter out if the rumors were true ?"

"And vhy is that any of your business ?"Since she makes no movement to leave, I perch on top of the cedar chest beneath the window. It seems a secure distance from which to continue our conversation.

Instead of an answer, she asks me another interrogation."Have you ever wondered about your parents ? Who they were ?"

"Of course I have."

"After seeing you up close and speaking to you when we were all camping together at Alkali Lake, I began wondering if you might possibly be related to me, since there are sure resemblances."

"Ve are both blue. So vhat ? That proves nothing."

"True, in and of itself, it doesn't. It was only later on, after I lost my powers by trying to keep Magneto from being hit with a dart and he cast me aside so heartlessly that I resolved never to turn necessitate with him again, that I started to think about you once more. Later, when the so-called cure proved to be only temporary, my powers returned and I was eventually able to escape from prison house. With aught better to occupy my sentence, I did a footling inquiry on you and discovered you were originally from the town of Schönberg.

"I thought back over my life, recalling a time I myself had been in Bavaria, trying to picture out if I had been there around the sentence of your nascency. It turned out that I had indeed spent several year there close to that time."

"Willst du damit sagen, du wärst meine Mutter ? !"I reply, horrified. I speak in German, partly due to my seismic disturbance at the cerebration, but also to see if she will understand I am asking if she means she is my mother, and thus perhaps support or disprove her claim to have spent a important amount of time in Germany.

"Nein. Aber du bist mein Sohn,"she answers quickly.

"Vhat do you think ?"

"Think about it. I'm not your mother, but you are my son."

I am so put off by now that I can not retrieve at all, in German or in English.

"I can show you what your mother looked like when I knew her,"Mystique whirl, getting to her feet.

Before I can reply, she transforms before my eyes into an attractive young adult female with braided blond fuzz who looks perhaps twenty years of age. She wears a bright blue air dirndl covered with a white apron. Her smile is give and fair, her centre sparkling with vivacity as she holds her manpower out to me and says with a definite Bavarian accent,"Mein Sohn, erkennst du mich nicht ?"

"N - No,"I stammer."I do not recognize you, Fräulein."


Then the lovely young girl smile wickedly and says in Mystique's own vocalization,"Kurt Otto Wagner, I'd like you to meet your father."

She morphs into a Cy Young man with bright red hair, dressed in a traditional German outfit, complete with pad Lederhosen, vest, and feathered hat. He bows slightly and then extends his hand to me.

"Guten Tag, Herr Richard Wagner. Ich heisse Kurt Steckenmeister."

"Unmöglich ! This can not be !"

The image transforms itself once again into Mystique. She sits back down on the side of meat of the bed.

"But I assure you it is."She smiles that fraudulent grinning again."Aren't you glad I never married your mother ? Imagine being stuck with a net name like that for the residuum of your life."

I ignore her gag."You can change your form, of course, but to father a child ? No, I vill not believe you."

"Back then, I wasn't sure enough myself if I could do it. So I decided to try an experiment. While I was living in Germany, I deliberately seduced a bit of young women into having sex with me, then checked on the results. cipher happened with any of my experimental subjects. However, one of them disappeared abruptly and I couldn't locate her, although I'll confess I never tried too hard to cross her John L. H. Down. She was the last one I had bedded, and none of the others had become meaning, so I figured it was a near bet she wasn't either."She gives a little shrug."Apparently, I was wrong."

"That still proves nothing. There vere surely many pregnant young vimmen in Bavaria at the time I vas born."

"You're right on, of course. But there were not very many who lived in a minor town like Schönberg. Still, I didn't just leave it at that. Once I remembered that fille, -- her name was Sophie Werner, by the way -- I determined to go to Germany and see if I could find her. After all, I still had aught much to do, and I had plenty of money stashed in versatile cant accounts, so I thought it would be a pleasant diversionary attack to investigate the possibility.

"In Schönberg, I looked through the records at the Standesamt. I found a nascency credentials in your name, but both your parents'names were marked ‘ unknown quantity ’. However, attached to this credentials was an adoption paper filed for you in the name of Ernst Grüber. May I assume that rings a campana ?"She gives me a saccharine-sweet false smile, as if mocking me with that question.

"Ja. It does,"I admit unwillingly."Did you find the fille ?"

"No. But I did come up a matrimony permit issued to her and a man by the gens of Tobias Zinsser. When I saw the husband's figure, I remembered who he was. I had originally seduced Sophie away from her fiance. He had apparently taken her back, even after her little indiscretion with me. I hung around the townsfolk for a while, asking questions of various residents. A few of the sr. folks remembered Sophie and told me about her union. It seems they had immigrated to Australia not long after the wedding, doubtless wanting to start a new life together after she had had the child and they had disposed of it.

"By the way, she may experience named you Kurt after your true father, or so she thought. But your survive gens was most in all likelihood taken from Richard Wilhelm Richard Wagner, who was her front-runner composer. We were listening to a tape that I had given her, a ingathering of his most famed music performed by the capital of Austria Orchestra, the nighttime I first had sex with her. I can remember that ‘ The ride of the Valkyries'was playing when I came inside her."

I do not really ask to know that little detail, but it does add an gloriole of plausibility to Mystique's story. Mein Gott, am I truly the materialisation of this evil creature ? ! I would birth been honorable off sired by a demon, as some people have assumed.

Still, I do not want to believe this."Is it not possible that her fiance may receive had sex vith her shortly before or shortly after you came betveen them ?"

"Remotely potential afterwards, I suppose, depending on how soon they were reconciled. Not before, as I can vouch for the fact that she was a virgin when I first had her. I suppose we can't be absolutely sure without a DNA test. However, I should recollect the mob resemblance between us would be fairly conclusive."

"Ve may both have the Saame colouration skin, but mine does not have the Same grain as yours. Besides, I am not a shape-shifter."

She shrugs."You don't have to be the Saame sort of variation as I am. Since it's known that the X factor is passed down by the father, it would seem more likely that it came from me, rather than Tobias Hans Zinsser. What's the affair, Kurt ? Would you rather believe we aren't related ?"

"Ja. Much rather."I think I see a brief expression of regret cross Mystique's aspect, but it is gone before I can be sure.

"Be that as it may, I didn't attempt to track the youth duet any further,"she goes on,"since I felt the evidence so far was conclusive. The adoption certificate had stated that you were found on Herr Grüber's doorstep. That seemed perfectly fairish to me, after I searched out information on him and discovered he ran a freak display in a carnival before his death some baker's dozen or so years later. After all, where else might a freak have had a luck of being taken in, back in those Clarence Day ?

"I know I'm being rather brutally reliable, but I do think Sophie did the effective she knew how to do for you, under the fortune. After all, you clearly survived to turn a observe genus Circus performer, so it couldn't have been so bad to have grown up like that. Wouldn't you agree ?"

Narrowing my eye, I reply tightly,"Du hast nicht die geringste Ahnung !"

Again she shrugs, as if my puerility is really of trivial interest to her."No, I guess I don't have the slender thought. In any case, you lived. That's More than could be said for many of the other mutant born in those days."

In that she is probably correct. Few people would sustain taken in a child so"deformed"as I was. It is entirely possible that no orphans' asylum would have accepted me, even had I been left at their door. I confess to feeling a small amount of comfort at the idea that my birth female parent may have taken even that much mentation for my welfare.

But I am not willing to sacrifice up so easily."This still proves cypher. You could have made up the entire write up just to deceive me."

"Now why on globe would I rag to do that ? Do you think I'm suddenly afflicted with the desire for a family ? I assure you, I'm not that desperate."

"Then vhy did you bother to do all that searching in the first place ?"

"I was curious."

"That is all ?"

"That's all, yes. Once my curiosity had been satisfied, I did a petty investigating about you and your Recent epoch bodily function. I found mention of you being involved in that fracas on Alcatraz Island with magneto a twosome of years ago, and then staying on with the X-Men afterwards."A looking at of aversion crosses her fount."That's when I ran across hearsay that you and Logan had become a couple. I decided to find out if those rumors were admittedly. Judging by the welcome you gave me when I came through the room access, I'd say they were right on the St. Mark. My son is apparently a homosexual, as they say present. Or would you care to traverse it ?"

"I am bisexual, yes."

"Have it your way. You two obviously inhabit together. When he's around, that is. hearsay also has it that he hasn't been seen with the X-Men in recent months. What's the affair ? Did your feral boyfriend desert you ?"

"Nein. He vill be back soon."

She glances significantly at my tail, which is now sagging dejectedly down towards the priming, and raises a unbelieving supercilium."Are you genuine sure of that ?"

"I am."

"Hmph. In that sheath, you're a bigger fool than I thought you were."With one hired man, she smoothes down the ruffle up quilt on which she is sitting, staring at it thoughtfully."So this is the bed you share with Logan. How can you stand up it ?"

"Stand it ? I am very happy here --"I run my eye quickly over our bed, then give her a suggestive feeling, adding,"in all vays."

She report me closely."You are his willing catamite ? He's not forcing you or anything ?"

"I am hardly a catamite, Mystique. I am a grown man. Logan is my chosen lover."

"To take such an animal into one's bed is beneath you."

"He is no animal."My buttocks is now showing my displeasure, swishing angrily from slope to side."And vhy should such a thing be beneath me ?"

"Because you are my son !"

"Based only on that, I vould conclude that zero could truly be to a lower place me."

She turns away in angriness at my arch input. But I am not yet done with her."And it vas not beneath you to be magnetoelectric machine's oral sex foreman, and I presume, his buff ?"

She nods tightly as she turns back to me, clearly angered."As you may still be far too Lester Willis Young to have learned, love does not always make out where one expects it to, nor does it always follow a rational or even a fairish course."

"I have noticed that,"I declare, somewhat haughtily."That being the shell, vhy vere you upset plenty about Logan and I that you took the trouble to essay me out, after all this metre ?"

"I have my grounds and they are none of your business."Now it is her turn to be haughty."Besides, two men -"she flicks her hand in a gesture of dismissal --"what can they make out of love ?"

My eyes narrow at this and I can sense the sensation of heating plant behind my lid that tells me they have begun to beam as a result of my increasing anger.

"Perhaps you vere right vhen you suggested earlier that ve should get to screw each other better, --"I fix her with a challenging glare -"Daddy dearest."

"Do you mean what I think you think of ?"She is aught if not a quick study.

"That depends on vhat it is you think I mean. If it involves your turning back into Mount Logan, ja."

"You want to -"

"I vant to prepare you feel vhat two men do, vhen they love each other."

"You're dangerous ?"

"Never more serious in my life."

"Why ?"

"Maybe because I have been vithout him long enough to be villing to locate for even this miserable substitute. Or maybe because I vant to show you vhat our ‘ disgusting'relationship is really like. Maybe I vant to instruct you a object lesson about deceiving citizenry. Maybe for all of those cause, or maybe for none of them at all. Vhat do you care ?"

"You're bluffing."

"Call and find out."

"All right, I call."

I am not surprised, nor shock. I was not bluffing. I wanted her to go for it."Good. Now change yourself into Logan."

"I have a few inquiry first, if I may ?"

"Go ahead."

"Does he own a pet gens for you ?"

"Vhy do you ask ?"

"I don't want to make believe the same misunderstanding I made earlier, when I first tried fooling you. I wasn't quite organise to sell with the truth of your family relationship then. I am now, but I'd like to do a meliorate job of imitating him, if we're going to play out this charade."

That sounds reasonable to me."He calls me Elf."

"That's silly. You don't look like an elf at all."

"Nevertheless, that is vhat he calls me."Of course, I know perfectly well why he calls me that. I do not wish to distinguish her though. The memory of that inaugural meter he did so is too precious for me to share with someone like her.

"So is that your nickname in general now ?"

"No. No one else uses it, only Logan. Although he does sometimes call me darlin ’."

"You do know he calls lots of people that, don't you ?"

"Ja. I do not mind."Then I do a repeat payoff."Vait a minute. You know him vell enough to have it off how he talks ?"

Her intact body looks as if a wavelet runs over it, and when it finishes, she is again Mount Logan, down to the modest detail. Considering that she is standing there naked, I do intend the smallest detail. She has duplicated Mount Logan's genitals exactly. His member is proportioned correctly and is not circumcised.


She extends her claws, lifts one helping hand so they are between her case and mine, then gives me a fierce glare."Sure do. You got ta job with my knowin'that, bub ?"

"Uh - no."

"good !"The claws retract. She looks down at her hands. In her own voice, she says,"Shit ! That hurt More than I thought it would."

I suppress the smile that tries to come to my brim. Serves her right.

She rakes her eyes over my dead body, then grins exactly the way Mount Logan often does. I am finding this more unsettling than I had expected. This may be harder than I thought. Then again, it may be far too easy.

She stands up and takes a step toward me, opening her arms."C'mere, Elf. But lose the gasp first."

I go to her, automatically doing as she says. Without witting opinion, my tail wrap tightly around her waistline, pulling her to me. We kiss, tentatively at first, but quickly becoming more passionate.

As we embrace, I feel the familiar organic structure in my arms, pressed tight against me. But something seems odd. For a mo, I wonder why, then I realize her weaponry are around my shoulders, while mine are around her shank. It is usually the other way around. She has instinctively taken the berth that is usually that of a woman. I, on the other hand, am expecting him to be more fast-growing at this tip, as is usual between us. By now, he would probably have picked me up and laid me on the bed, or at the very least, pushed me back against it.

I remind myself that this is not truly Logan and I can not wait Mystique to react as Logan would, especially in this berth. I had momentarily forgotten that.

If what she has told me is indeed the truth, she has had some experience taking the lead with a woman, but is not potential to be comfortable doing that as a man with another man. It will be up to me. Well, it is not as if I have never been the more participating collaborator with Logan. It is just not our usual pattern.

All this has run through my mind while we are kissing. I begin to explore her mouth more thoroughly now. There is still that taste perception of cigar pot. Almost, I could leave - No. It is not him, Kurt. You know that.

Sliding my hands around to the presence of the hard-muscled body in my arm, I rub my thumbs over both minor nipples, just as I might induce done if this were truly Logan. Her nipples react, tightening as she draws in a sharp breath. I find myself wondering how it feels to a shape-shifter : like the dead body she is in, or like it would feel if her own body were touched ? I pinch the tit hard, as Logan likes me to, rolling them roughly between my fingerbreadth. Is the reaction I feel hers, or her impersonation of him ?

I break off the kiss, lowering my head to the broad chest, taking a pocket-size bit of hair's-breadth between my teeth and pulling at it slightly. Opening my mouth wide, I press my needlelike tooth against the taut shape over the pectoral muscularity on either side of meat of one nipple and bite, not quite hard enough to break-dance the skin.

That draws a low cry of surprise, but she does not attempt to draw away. My knife teases the nipple, while my finger squeeze the early nipple rather cruelly.

His crotch presses forward against my erection. I go to my knees before him. A penetrative shiver of desire tally through my entire pelvic arena at the plenty and smell of that conversant phallus, operose and self-conceited now, the foreskin forced back and the head fully exposed. I spend a little time licking and fingering him, teasing the quivering cock and hairy clod. I must keep reminding myself who this is, as my trunk seems fully convinced it is my lover.

My own cock aches for departure, but I do not desire that yet. If I am going to read her what this is like, I will do it properly and entirely.

I stand up, guiding her gently back against the bed, pulling her down with me so that we are lying English by side, our cocks touching and rubbing together. My bridge player slide around her, gripping the firm buttocks."Do you vant this ?"I ask, my rima oris close to her ear.

"Yes,"is her solvent, in the gruff timbre of voice Logan uses when very much aroused. An intuitive guess on her section ? An machine rifle response of the dead body she is mimicking ? Or something more ?

But that is of no importance now, she has agreed to what I plan to do next.

If I sound too cold-hearted and calculating at a time of fairly high school sexual stimulation, it is due in expectant part to the fact that I am very mindful of who this is and therefore trying hard to remain separated to the greatest extent potential from the normal emotions accompanying sex with Logan. Also, this is quite literally the first clip I have been with this special lover. While the body may be very associate, the mind inside it is almost totally unknown to me. Add that to the fact that I am about to be the active voice partner to mortal who has never experienced anal intercourse as a man, and it may be readily understood that I am far too nervous about doing it well, or even doing it successfully, to be capable to misplace myself in what should have been the delectation of the here and now. I am not really accustomed to dealing with virgins.

"Vait. I vill be ready in a bit,"I tell her. I roll over and rummage around in my nightstand until I find a safety, then quickly roll it into plaza. Perhaps the safety is not necessary with someone like her, but I do not wish to take any probability of making my pricy"father"pregnant with my baby.

Once again, I rummage around in my nightstand, searching for the tube of K-Y that I know is in there somewhere. It has been my experience that even the so-called lubricated condoms that are now sold are not sufficiently lubricated for anal sexual relation. ( Although Logan and I generally prefer Crisco, it can take down and destroy ordinary rubber, unlike the measure water-based lubes, so I keep some of the regular stuff around, just in character it is needed. )


Mystique is lying there watching me intently, but shows no sign of concern. In fact, she gives me that shit-eating grinning of Mount Logan's, as if to egg me on.

"Turn over. Let me get you ready."She rolls over onto her nerve, cradling her question in her branch. I begin by massaging her buttocks."Relax. It vill be all right. It is not that difficult. You know how to take into account a man to enter you. This is much the Saami, but the relaxation must be profoundly, for some of the muscles involved are involuntary and not entirely under your control."

I lift her rose hip, so that she must come up onto her human knee, face still resting on her arms. I squeeze out some lube and slather it all over my sex and the inviting ass that awaits me. My arrest preclude opening her with my fingers, not to mention that my fingers themselves are only slightly more slender than my phallus. As I rub my hired man over my putz to make sure it is sufficiently slippery, I use my other paw to give his - no, her, cock a little more attending. It is far promiscuous to accept something into the anus when one is fully aroused, and I want to pee-pee this good for her, not painful, as it can be when one is not accustomed to it. Perversely, I wonder if I would own dared, or even wanted, to do this, if she were her true self, instead of pretending to be Logan.

I kneel behind her, spreading the muscular hindquarters and placing the tip of my penis against her opening night."Relax. I vill go slow and easygoing, to sacrifice you clock time to adjust to the feeling."

"Just do it, darlin ’. LE lecture, More action,"she growls impatiently."Fuck me. roll in the hay me severely !"

For a moment, I am tempted to do just that. But no. Hurting her might indulge me, but that is not why I am doing this. I lean forward over her, my sassing not far from her ear."Nein, I vill not. I vill treat you as I hope you treated my mother, vhen first you took her."

With one hand stroking her inflexible penis, I use my other to guide myself to her possibility. With light small strokes, I feed my rooster into her. It is tight at first, the ring of muscularity giving way only gradually to the pressure. Is she doing that deliberately, or is it her natural response ? Surely, a shape-shifter must cause great control over her dead body, in orderliness to hold it into whatever she wishes. Is she testing me, challenging me, in this manner ? Daring me to force her ?

Either way, it does not count. I go slowly but insistently, stopping as I feel her sphincter tighten, pushing when I feel it give way. I wrap my tail around her thigh, holding her in place.

"What's the issue, Elf ?"she taunts."Can't get it in ? desire me ta appearance ya how it's done ?"She laughs as Logan would.

I laugh in payoff. As I might throw done were this truly him, I deliver a unvoiced sapidity to the side of one ass cheek. She reacts with startlement. For a moment, the pissed gang relaxes. I use that moment to tug through. Once the brain is in, the eternal rest easily follows. Ah, Gott ! Even knowing who this is, it feels so good ! His consistency, his scent, the way he moves now, in time with my thrust - it is all so familiar, so terrific. I could so easily imagine I have my lover back with me again. I could let the joy of his mien menses into my center in a triumphant charge of sensation, both strong-arm and mental. It would be so promiscuous -

No ! That is what she wants, I am sure as shooting. I want something different.

This is Logan's body, and I know how that consistency works. I shift my slant, pushing in deep and a little more downwards, holding the hips against me as I thrust. There, -- right - there.

A diffused cry escapes her lips, sounding not at all similar Logan.

Again. Again. Again. My finger work her tool relentlessly now.

"No, no. I don't -"A distaff voice, but the response is that of a man's body, as she clenches around me.

"Aahh !"she moans as she ejaculates, her cum spurting between my fingers.

Now I too can grant my own aching cock to take its pleasure. Oh, if only this were Logan ! I tell myself, as I let go.


When we have both caught our breathing time again, she is the commencement to mouth."That was great, as always, Elf."

"Ja,"I reply, still a bit overwhelmed by the integral experience. It was Logan ; yet it was not. I remove the prophylactic automatically. As I start to get out of bed to bedevil it away and go into the john to clean up, a hand snatch my shoulder and pulls me back down.

"It's my turn now, darlin ’."Logan's facial expression, gazing down on me with the pinnace look that is seldom seen outside of our bedroom. I shake my chief, trying to run off the illusion.

"You vant -"He leans over me before I can even suffice, and I feel his member against my hip, already beginning to stiffen.

"Yeah, I wan na fuck you. Got any protest to that ?"

"Uh - no."

"That's what I figured. Now give me one a'them gum elastic, willya ?"

Without a word, I do as he asks. As I watch him put it on, my peter stirs to life. I feel that sweet hunger deep inside that means I want to lie beneath him and finger his manhood filling me. I close my oculus, trying in vain to tell apart myself that it is not --

"On yer grimace, Elf. I wan na see that lovely gloomy ass as I put it in ya."

O Gott ! I am beyond all reason now. I do as he says, one side of my typeface pressed against the bed covering and my tail up in the air. I can not see him, but I feel his hand smear lube on my entrance as my prat automatically gets itself out of the way and off to one side, then his men grab my hips and he presses against me, showing no hesitation in entering me. It has been so long since I have felt him inside me like this. It is so good to have his cock thrusting into me. Deeper. Yes ! Take me rich ! relate me - oh ja ! - right there, where it feels so delicious, so recherche !

I am moaning uncontrollably and pushing back against him.

"Ya like that, don't'cha, Elf ? Yeah I can tell apart ya do. submit it, darlin ’, read it all !"His handwriting range my leaking rooster and he works it expertly in time with his thrusts.

"Now show me how very much ya like it. seminal fluid for me, as I shoot my load into you."

I do, of course. My inwardness thrills with the joy of having him here inside me again. As my sexual climax peak and explodes, I gasp his name.

He pulls me over and down until we are lying side by side with him behind me, clutching me tightly against him, his cock still up my ass. We are both panting from our exertions. His hand still grasps my softening member, even as his own Begin to slip out of me. For several proceedings, neither of us can address. Then I feel a strange rippling whiz, and see his hand act blue devil and delicately female. And I remember who this is that holds me in her arms.

All my joy clangour down around me. Mount Logan is not here. I have just been fucked by the adult female who says she is my father. I want to coil up into a globe and cry, but I will not do so, not in nominal head of her.

"So, Mystique, do you know me vell enough by now ?"is all I can say, referring somewhat sarcastically to what she had said earlier. I unwrap her arms from around my soundbox and turn to look at her. I am taken by surprise at the vulnerability of the locution on her face. I had expected a look of smirking triumph.

"Is it always like that between you and Logan ?"she asks.

"Usually, yes. Sometimes better."I grin at her sardonically, remembering something else she had said to me earlier."Perhaps there are also a few things that you are still far too young to have learned about love and I have taught you, nicht wahr ?"

"You love him."As if she is surprised by this realization.

"Yes, of trend. And he loves me."

"Are you so for sure of that ? You told me that he never says it to you."

"He does not have to say it in vords. I know."

"In that suit, never bury that the one you love most is the one who can, and sometimes will, be able to hurt you the worst."

I bite my lip and flex away, so she can not see the tears gathering in my optic. I heard the tremor in her vocalisation, and I wonder if she is speaking of magneto leaving her for no early reason than that she had lost her powers.

"I know that very vell, Mystique. As, I think, do you."

A soft script touches my articulatio humeri."Kurt, my son, please believe me when I say that I truly hope he returns to you soon."

"Thank you."I place my handwriting on top of hers and bosom it gently. We lie together like this for a few more blink of an eye, then she turns away and stands up.

"I should go,"is all she says.

"I can teleport you off the grounds, so you don't have to creep out of the mansion,"I offer.

"I'd appreciate that."She tries for a smile."I've never been teleported."

"You probably vill not like it. Few masses do."By now I am standing facing her. I put my coat of arms and tail around her waist and will us to be just outside the front gate. I have entirely forgotten that I am not wearing anything, but it is late at Nox and there are no cars to be seen.

We stand together for a instant, my arms still around her.

"He will come back to you, my son,"she says gently."I'm sure of it."

"Vhy do you think so ?"

She smiles, genuinely this clock time."Let's just say that I may know him almost as well as you do, and if he leaves you, he's a vainglorious fool than I think he is."

I do not dare to ask what she means by that, although I know I should. I am still having too much trouble returning to the reality of who and what I hold in my arms.

"You've turned into someone very dissimilar from what you would bear been if I had raised you. Someone much better."

She sounds so sincere that I wish to conceive her, but I am not certainly I dare to do that.

"By the way, Kurt, I didn't find the teleporting unpleasant at all. It's actually rather an - interesting sensation."

Without another news, she slips out of my grasp and turns to walk away down the road.

"Mystique ?"

She turns back.

"Come and visit me again, if you vish."

I catch a quick glance of what may even be tears in those strange yellow eyes."Thank you, Kurt. I just may do that."

Her trunk shimmers and reforms itself into a fully-clothed attractive young woman as she goes over and unlocks the door of a car parked nearby.

I watch as she drives away. My hand goes to the backrest of my neck, and I rub the almost-healed shape of the star topology of hope that is now there. As I jump back to my room, I hear her voice once again in my mind.

"He will hail back to you, my son. I am for sure of it."

Suddenly, so am I.




High German version part 1


Seit Mount Logan gegangen ist, ist mein Herz so leer wie mein Bett.
Since Mount Logan has been gone, my heart is as empty as my bed.

meine Freundin my friend ( referring to a female )

Jawohl ! Yes indeed !

Mein Gott ! ! My God ! !

Verdammt ! Damn !


GERMAN displacement Part 2

Gegrusset seist du, Maria, voll der Gnade, der Herr ist mit dir.
Hail, Madonna, full of grace. The Creator is with thee.

Mein lieber Gott ! My dear God !

mein Schatz my sweetheart/darling ( literally : treasure )

Willst du damit sagen, du wärst meine mutter ? !
Are you telling me that you are my mother ? !

Nein. Aber du bist mein Sohn.
No. But you are my son.

Mein Sohn, erkennst du mich nicht ?
My son, do you not tell apart me ?

Fräulein Miss/young woman

Guten Tag, Herr Wagner. Ich heisse Kurt Steckenmeister.
Good day, Mr. Wagner. My gens is Kurt Steckenmeister.

Unmöglich ! impossible !

Standesamt Registrar's position

Du hast nicht die geringste Ahnung !
You haven't got the faintest melodic theme !

nicht wahr ? Isn't it so ?



storey ARC - In Order


Something a niggling Different
As the sprig is hang
Pray for Us Sinners
With Nothing on My Tongue
You Win, Elf
Hell Hath No violence