This is the twenty percent account of a much longsighted story arc, which is best read in the order of the tilt at the end.

Translation of German language words or phrases at the end. However, I have tried to take the meaning fairly sack in context.



YOU WIN, ELF




It is evening in latterly July. I am watching television in the coarse way along with several of the older scholarly person at the school day. The movie is"piss for Elephants ”, which takes blank space in a circus during the Great Depression. I am totally engrossed in the activeness, fascinated by this position of what an American circus was like in those days.

"Elf ?"

At first, I pay no attending to the interruption. Then I realize whose vocalism it is that I just heard."Logan ?"My eye fly to the doorway."Logan ! ! ! Mein Gott, it is you ! !"

"In the flesh, darlin ’."

The words are hardly out of his rima oris before I am off the sofa and in his implements of war. His script grip my keister and he lifts me off the ground, as my legs wrapper themselves around his hips. He spreads his legs and bends them slightly, ready to support my weight as my tail curls between his pegleg, then up and around both our shank, pulling us tightly together. The zipper of his motorcycle jacket is cold-blooded and rough against my thin t-shirt, but none of that is crucial. He is alive and well, and he is here with me again, after almost four months that felt like an eternity.

We clutch desperately at each early, mouths seeking, colliding, kissing, our hard cock pressing and rocking against the taut dungaree of his jeans.

It is over almost before it has begun. My cum pumps out against him, soaking the battlefront of my boxers. I can recite from his motility and the aspect on his fount that he too has climaxed. We both laugh.

And then we realize we are standing there entwined in movement of Kitty, Bobby, Rogue, and Peter.

"Aw, shit,"is all Mount Logan has a prospect to say before varlet claps her hands delightedly and the others all join in, applauding us and cheering for the show we have just put on. I have the goosey urge to untangle myself from Mount Logan and acquire a bow, but have the sense to teleport us up to our room instead.

At the very moment that we reappear in some desperately needed privacy, a frightful thought occurs to me. What if this is not Logan, but Mystique fooling me again ? My blood runs cold. No ! Not again !

Still clinging to him like a sick tick, I straighten my arm and push back a little, scrutinizing his brass for anything that might betray an imposter.

"Elf ? Why are you lookin'at me like that ? I thought you'd be overjoyed to see me again."

"I am. But you must respond two interrogation before I vill believe it is really you."

"Huh ? Why ?"

"I vill explain later. For now, just narrate me vhat is the meaning of the scar on my penis."

"Uh - three letter, standing for murder, intimate pleasure, and despair. Your reaction to killing Herr Grüber."

"Ja, that is it."I incline my school principal a piddling, so that my brow is directly level with his eyes and tip to the sum of the design that is carved there, touching the contribution that has the full general visual aspect of a spike."And this one ?"

"You never told me about that one, so how do ya require me to know the meaning ?"

I start to breathe again, as I pull myself up against him once again for a quick kiss.

"I assume that was the result you wanted, huh ?"

I nod, letting him loosen and jumping down out of his arms.

"Ack, Elf, you've made a wad of my pants,"he scolds, looking down at the damp spot on the figurehead of his crotch.

"And you have made a forged spate of your pants from the interior. Do not blame me for that."

"Why not ? It's your fault for jumping on me. You damn near knocked me over, ya know."

"Hmph !"I retort."The day I can rap you down that easily it vill be clip for you to hit the sack from the super-hero business."

It appears that we will have to go through a sure quantity of our usual pleasantries before we can get comfortable enough with each other to be able to discuss more serious things. That is all right field with me. The delay will leave for my epinephrin to lessen a little.

He grins."C'mon. Let's go get cleaned up and try that again, shall we ?"

"Ve shall."

As I open our bathroom door, I tell him proudly,"I have something to read you. Look."

His supercilium go up in surprise at the new bathtub in the box of the room where our exhibitor sales booth used to be. He glances at me."You the one responsible for that ?"

"Ja. I had it installed last calendar month, hoping it vould be here vhen you returned."

A shadow passed over his font."You were that certainly I would fall back ?"

I nodded, wishing it were entirely admittedly. Even between lovers, there are always doubts.

"I vanted a orotund old-hat form of thing, vith the risible claw feet. Vhen I vas a tike, one of my rich client had such a tub in his estate house. Ve took a bubble bath every time I vent to stay overnight vith him."There. I can now utter of my childhood casually and without pain."So do you like it ?"

"Darlin ’, I love it ! I can't wait to try it out."Suiting his action to his words, he takes off his crown and tosses it into the corner, then starts on his boots.

Being much less heavily dressed, I have a promontory starting time, so I turn on the water and ado with getting it just right, watching him out of the corner of my eye as he continues to pull off his wearing apparel. I have always loved looking at his body, although no one would believe my Wolverine the definitive figure of speech of male beauty. He is not taller than I am, rather stocky, much too hairy, his face too battered-looking, his dark hair too wild, and he always badly needs a shave. But he is the man I love, so what does that subject ? His person is much like his physical structure in many way, but it shines with love and compassion, and a kind of heroic aureole that is seldom seen in seriously handsome men. I know it, for I know what he is inside. Or at least, I think I know.

The tub is almost wide-cut now, so I pull off my shirt and drawers and stair into the water, sitting down and turning off the faucets. In gild to give him room to get in, I bend my knee joint and hold them close against my pectus, still at the substructure of the tub.

"I get the comfortable end, huh ?"

"Of course. I have had mass of metre to enjoy it all by myself."

He steps over the high border then sinks down heavily into the water, leaning back against the long angle foot of the tub opposite the faucet. A looking of pure bliss spreads over his facial expression. I breathe a suspiration of relief. It had occurred to me to worry that our endearing tub might cue him of the tank into which he had been submerged for the procedure that would bind the adamantium to his osseous tissue, but apparently that is the uttermost thing from his judgment, judging by his relaxed smile. trade good. The last thing we need right now is for such evil memories to turn up.

"You have no idea how recollective it's been since I've been able to relax like this."

"Yes, I have. One hundred XVIII days, 9 hours, and 53 minutes."

"You're shittin'me."

This meter I nod, ducking my principal and glancing down into the water between my knees, then looking up again from beneath my lash with a humble grinning on my facial expression. Yes, I suppose it is a rather feminine gesture, but Logan finds it appealing, so I do it. Super Macho Man I am not. I will bequeath that to him.

Finally, I laugh and admit,"Ja. I am shitting you. The days are correct, but I have made up the residue of it."

During all this prison term, I have been painfully aware that the mere fact that he is here does not guarantee that it is permanent. When he left, he promised to fall in order to let me be intimate of his decision. So far, neither of us has touched upon that subject. Oklahoman or later, it must come up. But not just yet.

Sliding down so his body is fully submerged, he leans back far enough to circumvent his head under the pee to get his hair wet, then surfaces again, scrubbing the water out of his centre and pushing his hair back so that it lies plastered down to his brain, which makes him face virtually unusual. He leans back once again. The tub is long enough that his legs can stretch almost straight out along the bottom, one on either face of where I still sit scrunched together. I am mental object simply to ascertain him, enjoying his naked trunk. I want to take clutches of that tempting putz and --

"You don't look existent comfy down there, darlin ’. Let's see if we can't find a honest way to arrange ourselves. Here, try putting your backbone against me and lying sort of on top of me."

"Vhat ?"I ask playfully."You are really asking me to be on top ?"

"Yeah, I guess I am."

Carefully, I turn and slide up between his legs, then lie back as he suggested, trying not to let my weight rest on his genitals. I have to bow my knees up and out of the water in order to fit, not to mention maneuvering my fag end down between my leg
then curling the end at the metrical foot of the tub. The end solvent is that I am resting essentially on the base of my tail, but the water system buoys me up so much that it is not uncomfortable for either of us. Logan, of path, is so weighted down by the adamantium in his bone that he does not blow at all, while the water level is much higher than in modern-style bathtubs, so I am not left high and dry by being on top of him.

"You figured that out ahead of meter, didn't ya ?"

"Ja. As I told you, I have had plenty of time to lie around in this tub figuring out such things."

"And I suppose that's all ya did while you were in here ?"

"Vell, not exactly."

He gives a light laugh."I can imagine."Then his voice change."Uh - Elf, what's this new design on the dorsum of your neck ?"

"I decided to deal the scar left from William Stryker's drug with something better."

"It's not another sin, is it ?"

"No. That's a Moravian Star. It stands for hope and sexual love and promises that have been fulfilled. Storm vas variety adequate to do it for me, since it is in a billet that vould be difficult for me to reach."

"Storm, huh ? OK. speaking of scars, why the doubtfulness you asked me former on ?"

"Not too long ago, Mystique came here impersonating you. It - uh - took me a vhile before I realized it vas her."

"Oh. Oh !"The light dawns."And you reacted the same way you did when you first saw me ?"

"Ja. Pretty much."I avert my eyes, but he lifts my chin.

"Darlin ’, don't concern about it. That bitch can put on damn near anyone. Did I ever tell ya about how she snuck into my tent pretence to be Jean, at alkali Lake ?"

I shook my head."Vhat happened ?"

"Well, let's just say she didn't get what she came for."

"I am afraid that she did get vhat she came for from me. But that vas my choice. I vill severalize you the whole write up later on."

"How'd you figure out it wasn't me ? Oh wait. Those question you asked me about the scars. She didn't know the answers, right ?"

"Ja. Right."

He laughs.

"So why was she here, early than to screw you over ?"

"She vanted to state me that I am her son, but she is not my mother. She is my father."

He takes a moment to remember that over."You're sayin'she had shifted into a male physical structure and fathered a child with a woman, who became your mother ?"

"Exactly."

"I'll be damned ! I knew she could appear to be a man, but I didn't think the appearance was that - uh - complete."

"Vell, assuming she vas not lying to me, I am living proof that she can."

"You OK with that ?"

"For now, I vill live with it as possibly true."

He says zero. I am not sure if it is because he has nothing more to say about Mystique, or if he could say more but does not need to. The quiet lengthens. I wonder which of us will speak first base. I decide to put off satisfying my wonder about how well Mystique seemed to lie with him. Now is not the time for that, and besides, I do not really wish even if they have been lover at some clock time in his yesteryear. That is not important.

The water holds us both in its sensuous blazon, and I feel more relaxed than I might otherwise have been. I hope he does also.

"You been takin'caution of yourself while I've been gone ?"

"Oh, ja. I am fine."

His hand roundabout my cock, moving slowly, beginning to perk up me."I meant Budorcas taxicolor'care of yourself in former fashion, darlin ’. Like this."

"Of course."

"And were you imaginin'it was me while you were doin'it ?"

"Vell, a few times I vas, ja."

"Only a few ? !"

"All right,"I admit."More than a few. I - uh - also had a short help from my friends."I am not sure how he will react to this.

"goodness. I'm gladiola to hear it. Lem me guess : storm, right ?"

"How did you know ?"

"Hey, you figure I'm deaf and blind ? I've seen how she looks at you sometimes, and the affection in her voice. Not to mention the way her scent modification when you're around. harbor't you noticed ?"

"Vell, to tell you the truth -"

"Ah, Elf, you can be awful naïve. I guess you'd like me to blame it on your not having my splendid sense of smell, huh ?"

"Ja. That vould be variety of you."

He chuckles softly."Ya gon na assure me about it ?"

"Some day maybe,"I reply coyly, knowing perfectly well that I will, glad it is not going to be a problem between us. Yes, I know we have an outdoors relationship, but such a matter can be difficult to assert in the real world.

"I bet ya did it good deal of sentence here in this tub, huh ?"

"Do you signify vith storm, or vithout her ?"I ask archly.

"wellspring, I meant without her, but it really doesn't matter."He continues to languidly puzzle out his hand up and down on my rooster, which is beginning to react to his relief. I can feel his own erection poking against my backrest. I do not wish to try to fancy out the logistics of sex in the tub just now, although I know we will try it eventually, probably when we are in the mood for something dull and passive. It would be all too slow to create a flood of water all over the base if we were not careful, and careful is not a good verbal description of what happens when the two of us get enthusiastic about what we are doing.

"Genug !"I say."Enough of this. Let us get out of the tub before ve dissolve, ja ?"

"Ja, darlin ’. Definitely ja. I'm feelin'pretty waterlogged myself. But this was great."

We wash and rinse off quickly with the hand-held exhibitioner adhesion as the water system runs noisily down the drain. While we are at it, I point out how the attachment can be hooked up to a bracket on the wall and show him the shower curtain that can be pulled out and around the tub if we wish only to use up a exhibitor, rather than a bath.

Even as I dry myself off, I can not pack my eyes off of him. The water has flattened and darkened the hair on his body, so it lies against his peel in long streak. His brawn move smoothly beneath that tegument as he rubs himself vigorously with a towel.

"Sure do need a shave,"he remarks to himself, examining his face close up in the mirror above our sink.

"Not now,"I blurt out.

He turns to see me staring at him intently, my penis jutting out from my breakwater. He smiles.

"What'cha lookin'at, Elf ?"

"You. In case you had not noticed."

"I noticed, darlin ’. I noticed."

The towel drops to the level. In less than a second, his blazonry are wrapped around me from behind, one bridge player over my breast with his thickened medallion rubbing the tip of my hard nipple while the other paw is at my crotch.

I find myself crusade look first up against the wall adjacent to the sink. It is so good to experience his hand massaging my cock and clump, instead of my own hand.

"I know we've got stuff we have to spill about, darlin ’, but right now, all I want is my cock up that lovely blue ass of yours. And I'm uncoerced to bet a case of beer that you want it too."

"No bet, mein Schatz. I vould lose."His cock is already probing for my ass and I ache to have him inside me, but I block his access by covering my entrance with my tail."Vait a second."

"What for ? Oh, yeah. Lube."

I am already fumbling around in the medicine storage locker above the sink, and before he can fetch up speaking, I have the tube of antibiotic ointment in my hand and have opened the cap with my teeth, as my other hired man is pressed flat against the wall.

"dedicate it here,"he says.

Since it is essentially zilch but Vaseline with an antibiotic drug mixed in, it will exercise delicately. As soon as he has applied it to his cock and my ass, he tosses the tube in the worldwide guidance of the sink and goes back to what he was doing. By now, my buns is no longer in his way, since it is securely wrapped around my right thigh.

I bend my articulatio genus just a bit and tip my pelvic girdle to make my opening more approachable to the surd dick already probing in between my arse, guided by the hand that had been fondling me.

Ah ! Ja - just there ! I shift slightly to put him right on target area, offering him what we both so badly want. His swollen pipe organ presses into me and I accept it joyously. It is so honorable to feel him inside me again. I can not help a vibration sigh of assuagement as I feel him push in deeper.

I do not think I have ever been fucked while up against a bulwark like this. It is strange to be standing here, with my arms folded at the elbow joint, forearms flat tire against the cool moistness surface. My facial expression is turned to the rightfulness, while the undersurface of my stopcock rubs against the blandness of the wall. Logan's hands are to either side of me, digit splayed, while his body is tight against my cover. It is somehow cozy, to be pinned like this. I am happily trapped, safe in his reach, my ass skewered by his cock. I can feel his breathing space against my ear, his gasps, his moans of pleasure. The very curiousness of our position only increases my desire, as the sweet and potent spasm grow stronger inside me. So good. So impossibly good. I have missed this so much. Ah, Gott ! If it could only last forever !

"Elf, I can't book off for long,"he warns me."Not this time."

"You vill not own to."I barely get the tidings out of my mouth before they turn into the tongue-tied sounds I make when I come. I can feel my semen spurting out against the paries, as Mount Logan fills me with his own.

As if loth for it to be over so soon, we remain in this Saame position for a few bit longer. I can feel his penis soften inside me, and soon I will not be able to keep back it where it is any longer. But for now, I am content to arrest my breath and stay right as I am.

Logan's lips fondle the tip of my ear, then he whispers,"You win, Elf. I'm back if you still want me."

I start to respond, but he cuts me off."No, don't say anything yet. Not until after I tell you about what happened while I was away. Then you can decide."

I nod my reluctant agreement. Oh dearly God, let him not give done something horrible again !

After that, he leans away. As I too step back from the rampart, I can see the recondite gouges my fingernails have made in the sheetrock. Mount Logan notices what I am looking at and laughter. Then he runs a finger's breadth through the splodge of awkward cum down below the ding and rubs it on the tip of my nose.

"I take it you enjoy fucking walls, darlin ’,"he informs me, barely stifling more laughter.

"Zum Teufel, Logan !"I exclaim, wiping my nose with a piece of pot newspaper publisher from the scroll. But I can not affirm my faithlessly ira any longer and end up laughing myself.

"Don't forget to make clean the relief of it off the wall, Elf,"he says as his parting shot as he strides out the toilet door.


By the prison term I leave the lav, he is no longer in our bedroom."Logan ?"I query.

"In here."The voice comes from the spread door next to the bath, which leads to his subject area, just as the door on the face-to-face wall leads to mine.

I pick up the light fleece blanket that lies on top of the bureau under our bedroom windowpane, wrapping it around my articulatio humeri to ward off the frisson from the air-conditioning as I go into the former room. Logan is standing there wearing nothing but the Elwyn Brooks White boxers covered with red maple leaves that I gave him as a joke giving on his last natal day. It looks rather cockeyed, but I decide we have done sufficiency laughing for now, so I do not comment.

Logan is in the process of looking around his room, seeming a bit stick."Elf, did ya clean up in here while I was away or somethin'?"

"Uh - vell, I might bear. Just a little bit. I could not stand to see the beer cans lying around, and I just had to empty the codswallop, and confound out anything in your small electric refrigerator that was spoiled or rotten. I may bear dusted a few situation. But I did not come to anything else, like your swords or your pictures. Oh, and I did do the wash, but that is all folded and on top of your dresser."

He really is not that much of a slovenly person, but his room is usually somewhat messier and far to a lesser extent organized than my own. The sofa is old and rather beaten up, but there is nil I can do about that. I did wipe the scuffmarks from his thrill off of the coffee table, which he often uses as a footrest, but I think I will not cite that. I also will not mention that I emptied and washed his ashtrays, then sprayed the room with air freshener until I could barely smell the tobacco smoke anymore. Oh, and then I washed the windowpane curtains, to get rid of more of it. This is the solitary elbow room in the sign of the zodiac where Logan is permitted to smoke, so I know I can never make the smell go away for proficient. Fortunately, he mostly goes outside to relish his foul cigars.

Giving the elbow room another quick glance, he settles himself on the couch, his barren invertebrate foot propped up on the coffee bean table I have just mentioned. He reaches for the box where he keeps his cigars, then remembers I am here and closes the lid."Don't say it, Elf. I'm not gon na, even though I am technically in my own room."

"Danke."

Patting the cushion next to him, he says,"C'mon over and sit down."

I do so, tucking my wool blanket around me and snuggling against him.

"tea cosy ?"

"Ja."

"OK, here goes. I spent the 1st hebdomad just doing what I usually do in the Wilderness : enjoyin'the purdah, hunting game, running and climbing and just generally wearin'myself out physically, then sleepin'like a log. Somehow, I don't seem to have incubus when I'm out there. I can rest better. My head feeling clearer and my senses sharper. I'm just more alive.

"After that, I settled down some. I'd sit by a pretty niggling waterfall and stare at it for hour, just thinkin ’. Or I'd sentinel a sundown until the stars came out, then take in the stars wheel around through the sky. It was late spring and headin'for summer, so the weather condition was balmy, considerin ’. Not the frigid peace of winter, but the pale super C of new life just starting its cycle once again. At duration, it dawned on me that this could be a time of change, or new kickoff. That things were never over and done, but only traffic circle, going daily round and round in an sempiternal wheel of life. Maybe it was time for me to move on also. But where ? Which way should I go ? What should I maintain and what should I cast aside ?

"The restlessness grew in me, as each day gave way to the side by side and I watched nature renew itself around me. way seemed to direct away from this import in all focusing, but which one did I want to choose ?

"One such track led to S.H.I.E.L.D. But I had walked in that direction already, and I felt a discrete averting to what I had found.

"Another led back to the X-Men. I liked the scenery there much better, but there were memories of sorrow and pain sensation, of going and death. And you.

"Yet another path could have me as leader of the X-Men, but I led them to viciousness, rottenness, and disintegration. I explored other paths where I led them to victory and peace. But those peaceable paths were too narrow, too tight, too high for me to surmount. And if I were to die, those paths would precede to their destruction. Charlie's dreams and paragon would come to nothing.

"No, not that way, I decided. The path of a loss leader was not for me. But you were on that path also.

"I traced paths away from all that had gone before. One of an ordinary human being life history, where I did not have to be always a hero, strong and resourceful, courageous and bold. itinerary where I stayed as I was now, isolated from people, free from culture, wild and unrestrained.

"Still uncertain, I returned to the small town where I had stored my bike, in order to bid Nick Fury and recount him I was through with S.H.I.E.L.D, through with assassination and torture and secret missions. I won't say such things may not be necessary at certain times and under certain circumstances, but I can not mull over doing it anymore without revulsion.


"You made me see that, Elf. Not with news, but with natural process. And with love.

"That takes me as far as, let's see now, mid-June ? Yes. And I was going to guide back here then, but something happened."

He stops short, staring out the window and into the distance. I lift my head from his shoulder joint and kiss his face."Logan ?"

"Oh ! Sorry, darlin ’. I was - thought process. Rare for me, huh ?"he jokes.

"Vhat stopped you from coming back ?"

"I ran into someone I never expected to see and he told me a lot about my past. I don't wan na talk about all that now. I'm still tryin'ta get it straight in my head. Like you with Mystique, I'm not sure how much of it I can trust."

"I can vait. Vhen you are gear up to enjoin me, I vill be cook to listen."

"Ya ain't gon na like it, darlin ’. While we were together up there, I did some things -"

I interrupt him before he can say anymore."Did you harm anyone ?"

"No. Unless you want to calculate myself."

"Umm. Vell then, it does not matter, since you are here, sane and in one piece."

He says nada to that.

"Shall I tell you now vhether I vant you back ?"I ask hopefully.

"Not yet."He turns towards me, the arm around my shoulders becoming more tense."Let's not sap ourselves, darlin ’. You're lettin'yourself in for trouble by being my fan. make no error, Elf : you are playing with your own death here."

I look at him, meeting his eyes directly."You warned me about that back when we first got together. I have been doing it for several years already. Vhy should I stop now ?"

"Because it's just gotten much more dangerous to be someone very close to me."But he does not tell apart me why that should be so. Perhaps that person from his past ? Or perhaps S.H.I.E.L.D is after him for quitting and I could end up as substantiative harm ?

"Considering your track record vith vimmen, mein Freund, it has alvays been very life-threatening to be your lover. There has never been a clip vhen I have not known that to be true."

He seems almost to wince when I tell him that, but I am not sure enough why. Suddenly, he changes the subject.

"Remember that endure Night I was here, when you took the dormancy pills and said not to wake you up when I left ?"

"Ja, natürlich. How could I forget ?"

"fountainhead, I laid there awake holding you in my arms for a very long metre, thinking about how we'd just had sex, knowing how tough it must make been for you to let me go, and all that kind of stuff and nonsense. calendar month later, while I was still trying to figure out what I should do, where I wanted to go with my life, curled up in my sleeping bag in the center of nowhere next to a dying flak, that night came back into my thinker. And I felt how very hollow my arms were without you in them. I knew then that I just had to come back to you, because I couldn't do this all by myself. Sure, I could cease working with S.H.I.E.L.D. I could even stop being an X-Man, if I had to. But I couldn't spend the rest of my life without you beside me, unless that was how you wanted it to be. It was at that moment that I made up my mind. So what's it to be, Kurt ? It's your call."

"I vill give you an reply that you vill see perhaps adept than mere vords."I get up from the couch."Come. It vill be better if ve go into the bedroom for this."

He remains sitting."Elf, I don't want sex to be the response to that question. I need to know something more conclusive."

I take his script and pull him to his infantry."It vill not be sex, I promise you."

He nods and follows me into the other room.

I grab an old towel from the bathroom, then turn on the reading Light Within clipped to the headboard of our bed, tipping it so that it casts a bright twinkle onto the bed. I lie down on my stomach with my back in the puddle of light.

"You vill notice that there are no scars on my back, other than the one on my cervix that we talked about earlier."

"So what's that got to do with anything ?"he demands impatiently."I figured you just ran out of sins."

"Mein Schatz, it may turn over out that you are my cracking sin. But that's not for me to decide."I lay my forehead on my crossed weapon system."Make me yours. Mark me. Show the vorld that I belong to you."

"What do you mean ?"

"Must I spell it out for you ? Use your sword to carve your mark into my flesh."

"I can't do that !"

"Vhy not, if I vish it ?"

"It will hurt."

"And you think I do not take in that ?"I ask archly.

"I've already hurt you enough."

"reliance me, this is a different kind of hurt. Like you and your extending blades, I am used to feeling it."

"Uh - you tangible sure ?"

"If I vere not, vould I be lying here like this ?"

I feel him shift his exercising weight on the bed and I know he is considering the logistics of vhat I have asked.

"How long can you halt your breather, darlin'?"

When I hear that, I know I have won."A minute of arc and a half, at to the lowest degree. Is that enough ?"

"Thomas More than enough."I feel him kneel next to me and get word the snikt of his pincer extending. But it is a very soft sound, as if they are not out very far. shuffle sense. He is too close to me to extend them fully and still have room between us."contract a couplet of oceanic abyss breathing place first, then hold it when I tell you to. The center line will be down your vertebral column, and the pelt is thin above the vertebrae. If you move at the wrong time -"

"I vill not strike. Do it."

He does. I feel the conversant pain sensation rake slowly and carefully down my back in three long pipeline from shoulder to just above my tail. It seems to take forever, but I know that is not the trueness. I react just as I have always reacted to the spirit of a knife on my flesh : the pain combines with that thrill of joy cryptic interior, and I must curb the urge to catch my breathing spell and arch my rachis in automatic reaction. This time it is better than ever before, because it is his hand that does this to me, not my own. It is my Gulo luscus who cuts his symbol into my body. This is not the admonisher of a sin. It is a reminder of his love for me, and mine for him, and that cuts Sir Thomas More deeply than any Holy Scripture. I will never be able to see this mark directly, but only in a mirror, just as I know that I will very seldom hear his love for me in word, but only see it in his actions. But he will see this mark every Night when he holds me in his arms. He will see it, and he will know, and he will know that I know.

Then the cutting stopover, and it is safe for me to breathe again. Logan remains crouched above me, fixed. I have not heard anything. Perhaps he is a bit shocked over what he has done.

"Mein Schatz,"I whisper carefully."Retract your claws."

"Huh ?"Dazed."Oh. Yeah."

The claws disappear, but still he remains where he is. I can feel the tickle of bloodline oozing from the stroke and down the face of my dorsum onto the towel. I am about to say something when his tongue begins to drub the tickle away. At finish, I relax. I am almost asleep when he starts spraying the undercut with antiseptic.

"Ow !"I protest.

"Oh, so now you're gon na complain, huh ? Hold still, so I can get this spray stuff where it belongs and not all over the sheets."

"Sorry. You startled me."

"You gon na be able to sleep OK ?"

"Ja. I vas almost asleep a mo ago."

"You're in the middle of the bed, darlin ’. relocation over a little."

A reasonable request, under the lot. I scrunch over gingerly toward my incline, facing the window. I arrange myself so that I am lying facedown, with my right-hand cubital joint bent and hanging almost over the edge of the bed, while that hand is snugly tucked under my pillow.

Under ordinary fate, we would both be lying on our English, my cover to his chest of drawers, with his arm draped across my waist and one of his thigh between mine. But these are not average circumstances, so I can only ready myself comfortable as best I can without touching him.



Later on that night, I am awakened when the bed shifts suddenly. It is probably only Logan, getting up to chitchat the can or go fastball one of his cigars. Without moving, I crack one eye open a piffling to look around, just to be sure. moonshine is shining into the elbow room, falling across my aspect and upper consistence. There is a frame silhouetted against the window, but it is hard to make out in particular against the brightness of the synodic month. I have barely begun to get horrify when I realize it is only Logan, awake and standing at one side of the window, looking outdoor. He is turned somewhat sideway, so as my eye adapt to the moonlight, I can make water out some of the side of his side and his upper arm, while the rest is hidden in the shadows.

I smile slightly at the pile of him there, but I also wonder why he is not still lying beside me. I close my eyes, set to succumb to sleep once again. But sopor does not come easily. It is still too new to me that he is here again, prophylactic and willing to stay with me. I savor the joy I am feeling at his presence. I even savor the soreness of my back, because it represents his commitment to being my partner.

15 transactions later, he is still standing there and I am still happily come alive, sneaking a prompt glance at him every now and again.

At last, he makes a very soft satisfied sound and comes back to bed. As the mattress switching to confine his weight unit, he says softly,"You can turn back faking now, Elf. I know you're awake. I could take heed it when your breathing changed."

I should have known that. Oh well.

"What's the matter ? Your back bothering you ?"

"Nein. Something voke me. You seemed so intent on gazing out the vindow that I did not vant to upset you. That is all."

"Thought I heard a noise outside, so I was just checkin'it out."

"For that long ?"

"Hey, ya never know. Sometimes it pays to make sure. You go on back to sleep, darlin ’. It was nothin ’."

The bed shifts again as he gets comfortable. I miss being in our usual positioning, but it will not be long before my back heals enough for us to do that again. As it is, his hand can not help searching for my bottom and holding it gently, as if even now he wishes to see to it himself that I am there, safe and sound.

At first, that makes me finger honest, but then I start to wonder what dangers he fears will come after us, that he is so much on guard and so alert that a slight unfamiliar noise can bring him to our windowpane. He tried to monish me of this earlier, but I would not listen.

As his breath slows and evens out and I feel his body relax into eternal sleep, I am now the one who is wide awake and staring suspiciously at the swarthiness. I guess I am going to suffer to get used to this feeling.


When I awaken the stick with morning, I find Mount Logan sitting cross-legged on the bed. He has pulled the covers entirely down and is just staring at my bare body, almost as if he is in a trance. I am not at all sure what to make of this, so I lie there for a while. The cuts on my back have stiffened and I know it will hurt when I begin to move. For the next week or so, I will be reminded, not of a sin, but of the fact that pain sensation is often an integral part of sexual love. And I will exuberate in it, each twinge telling me once again that I am his. I lie there peacefully, luxuriating in this thought.

He blinks his eyes, once, twice. A look of attention returns to his boldness, as if he is coming back from some other place.

"Elf, darlin ’, fist-fuck me."

This is aught like what I might have expected as a morning greeting."Vas ?"

"You heard me. I told you someday, and someday is here. piss me yours, as I have made you mine."

Mein Gott, he means it ! He seriously wants my hired hand up his ass. All of a sudden, I am nervous about this.

"My fingers - the nails - I could do damage -"

"You won't, darlin ’. But if you do, I'll heal, as always. I'm takin'much LE of a chance with you than you took letting me inside you."He smiles."Don't vexation. I'll talk you through it, if you've never done it before."

"Vell, as a Edward Young boy, Herr Grüber had me do it to my client a few times. But vhen I got previous, no one vanted my manus inside them anymore."I spread my finger's breadth as far apart as they can go, displaying my slurred fingernails.

"I guess they didn't ! But I can survive a lot more damage than your customers could. I cleaned myself out real good, so you should be able to get your hired hand pretty far in."I must still look as storm as I feel, as he has to advance me even further."C'mon, Elf. It was you that asked if you could fist me, commemorate ?"

His words are positive and for certain, but the shade of his voice does not quite back them up.

"Vhen did you determine you vanted this ?"

"A little while ago, while I was sitting here watching you."

"Vhy ?"

"I was watching you because you're beautiful, darlin ’, and I like looking at you. In vitrine you haven't noticed, it turns me on."

"I have noticed. But that vas not my question. Vhy do you suddenly vant me to do this ? There is Sir Thomas More to it than you have said, nicht wahr ?"

"I'm - well, I'm really not sure exactly."

I sit up and stroke the English of his face with my hand. He is more disconcert than he is letting show."Mein Schatz, are you sealed you are quick for this ?"

"Yeah. But I can tell you right now that I ain't gon na like it."

"Then vhy should ve do this ?"

"Because I need to."

His words make me actualise that I need to also, but I am afraid I will not be capable to do it well enough. Perhaps he feels the same way.

"All right, you have talked me into it."

Mount Logan reaches into the ass drawer of his nightstand and comes up with a cat valium cyanide glove like the one he used when fisting me."Here. This will put up some protection for my delicate ass. If you can enter out how to get it on your paw, that is."

I just smile. Opening my own nightstand, I take a couplet of larger and leaden gloves out of the bottom drawer. They are meant for dishwashing, not medical procedures like the one Logan is offering me, but the sections for the finger are practically gravid. It is also bright neon yellow. I have already tucked the thirdly and fifth finger surgical incision of the glove inside out, so I slide my own finger into the remaining three plane section fairly easily. I hold my hand up to show Logan, wiggling my fingers."See ? The coloration even goes vell vith my skin."

"Why do I get the feelin'that you've given this some thought already, darlin ’, and you're not nearly as loth as you sound ?"

I duck my head and aspect at him from underneath my cilium."Vell, I may feature done that,"I reply coyly.

"tinker's damn, Elf,"he says, laughing."Sometimes I wonder who really is the top around here after all."

I teleport directly into his lap with my wooden leg wrapped around his waistline and my ass pressing down on his erection. Before he can react, my weapons system are around his neck and my knife deep into his mouth, taking advantage of his gasp of surprise. Then I pull away, grab a handful of his unruly hair, and yank his fountainhead back.

"Lie down and circulate your ramification, mein Schatz, and I vill show you."I am not quite so confident as I am pretending to be, but I do not want him to cerebrate he must order me how to do this. As I discovered for myself when Logan did it to me, a big contribution of fisting depends on the bottom being able to receive enough combine in his partner that he can let himself go and really get into what is happening. If he has to worry himself with what I am doing, it will not be as good. And I want so often for him to reserve me to give him this pleasance, as he once did for me. I am not trusted of how I myself will react, but I know how I want him to react : I want him to feel the same sort of absolute surrender that I felt.

He lets me campaign him back on the bed, where I prop him up on some pillows so I can more easily reach his anus. He looks at me with that shit-eating grin on his face that I love so much and says,"Have at it, Elf."

His penis is already fixed and vibration, without any encourage touch from me but just because of his own anticipation. I must not disappoint him. I have already gotten the Crisco out of the box on my nightstand. As I slather the easygoing blank goo generously onto my hand and his ass, I talk to him.

"Unlike that prison term you fisted me, I have not been taken by surprise. In addition to raking back through my memories of fisting adults in my childhood, I have also looked up information about it, both online and from leger, because I knew this day vould come, sooner or later, and I vanted to be ready. I know I can not harm you no matter vhat I do, but that does not mean I vish to be regardless and cause you pain."I begin massaging his anus, while my former handwriting simply holds his strong prick lightly."I vant to make you feel as intensely as you made me feel. I vant to relate your soul, as you touched mine. That is not something that can be done in ignorance."

I insert a finger into him, confident that the glove safely blunts my nails. He opens easily to that, as I expect, but I push far in regardless, then withdraw and add my second finger. This is also not difficult for him to suit, but I work them around inside him, twisting and spreading my finger. I add my thumb, sliding it right down the vallecula formed by my other two digit, pushing my hand in deeper and stretching him more widely. My knuckles press against his sphincter muscle now, but I encounter no existent opposition. He is breathing deeply and regularly, eyes closed, mouth opening slightly as he inhales, head tilted back, looking both concentrated and relaxed, both at the Sami time.

I slide in easily, and am left with the ring of sinew gripping only my carpus. I am almost surprised to find my deal inside his soundbox, it has happened so suddenly. I stare at the strange sight, trying to dig what I have done. It is so incredible and yet also entirely pathetic. I feel as if I should laugh, but do not.

I am in him, not with my cock, which is accustomed to being enclosed in that way and is something intended for such a design, but with my hand, which is meant to touch and feel, explore and use. This is definitely more intimate, an act of conscious deliberation, not an instinctive reaction to sexual desire. I am almost afraid that I have dared to do such a affair. My deal is actually inside my lover.

But I must not let him intend I am being hesitant."Good. Very good,"I say, as if it happened just as I had expected it to. I clench my hand into a fist and hear him draw in a breathing space. I wiggle my digit and he moans.

I push forward gently, in time with the pull of his trunk. My digit seem enclosed in a living burrow of pulp. I stroke the soft interior of that tunnel with the knuckle joint of my thumb and it yields. I feel the top executive of what I have done, as the slightest motion of my manus causes him to gasp. If I were to spread my fingers and force them into him, I could penetrate the thin and relatively fragile wall of his rectum far well-situated than I could a adult female's vagina. It occurs to me that I could kill an ordinary man like that. A tingle of horror runs through me. It would not be an comfortable way to die.

"Elf ? You okay ?"

I open my eyes, startled to realize that I have closed them. Logan is looking at me.

"Uh - ja. I should be the one asking you that,"I admit, ashamed of my lapse in concentration.

"You're doin'fine. Go deeper, darlin ’. I want it and I can take it, don't worry."

I nod."If that is vhat you vant, that is vhat I vill give you. Now be quiet. I vill babble to you. You vill not talk to me. Verstehst du ?"

"Jawohl, mein Herr,"he replies softly, with just a touch of amusement in his voice."I understand."

I push carefully, watching my wrist evaporate even further, the distances now measured more in mm than centimeters. It seems too easily. Even through the glove, I feel the heat of his consistency. There is lilliputian resistance as I push further into that slippery tunnel, but I am aware of a ring of growing closeness where my forearm begins to widen. I stop for a time, opening and closing my fingers, watching his boldness for any star sign of pain as I do so. There is only a sort of slack-jawed feeling, a svelte parting of his lips.

"Ah, you like that, do you ? Do you also like this ?"

I clench my clenched fist tightly, causing the muscles in my arm to tighten and bunch up up. He sucks a shaky breath through his mouth, and murmurs something incoherent.

I relax my arm and slideway in a picayune Thomas More. A tart aspiration of breath as I reach his prostate with the base of my quarter round. I angle my paw so that I can press harder and am rewarded with a louder moan of delight. His face now wears that intensely concentrated formula that means incipient climax. I do not even have time to bear on his tool before he comes hard, his seed splattering over his own breast."Yes,"I encourage him."That is vhat I vant to see. Give it to me. commit it all to me."

Watching him, I have clock time to realize that my penis is throbbing with desire, leaking pre-cum, but I do not wish to go there now. I remember what it was like when Logan fisted me, the almost trance-like state I went into, where pleasure was a constant and only the saturation varied from time to time. I want him to sense that, as I did, so I will ignore my desire and concentrate only on his.

I again bear on further into him as his body relaxes after orgasm. I am not sure how deeply he has been opened before, but he shows no sign of discomfort, so I can not be hurting him.

But now I encounter a slightly different feeling, as if that soft tunnel has developed a curve. Experimenting with my world-class finger, I extend it carefully around that routine. I wiggle it gently, then observe the for the first time finger with the second one, moving forward only very slowly so that the curve allows itself to square away out and slide over my knuckle. If I am remembering correctly the anatomy images I have studied, this should be the origin of his sigmoid Aspinwall. There will be more curve ball beyond this one, and each must be entered and gently persuaded to straighten out or I will get no further.

This takes time and forbearance, but as I continue to bring home the bacon in my drive, I begin to become accustomed to the champion. I wish I did not need the gloves, so that my fingertips could have a more intimate contact. My eyes are closed now, all my concentration on the lilliputian increments of progress as I make them. I am almost oblivious to what exactly it is that I am doing, so focused am I on working my hand deeper into his gut.

My cock twitches with pleasure, and I feel that pin-up sensation inscrutable inside my own body, throbbing, pulling, clenching, wanting, growing inviolable until I realize I am moaning softly with the vividness of my own construction desire. But I can not seem to make him share that incredible feeling.

I open my oculus, and see that my articulatio cubiti isn't far from following where my hand has led the way. No, I really have no job doing that. I do not have the experience to hazard pushing into him much deeper. But there is one more curved shape at my fingertips. I seem to sense his flash, perhaps from the proximity of my helping hand to his aorta. I can not protest the try to go this last bit of distance.

This bender is penetrating, more upwards, with the entrance feeling slightly belittled. There is less flexibility here. One finger massages the wall, coaxing, seeking to persuade his torso to admit me in deeper. I want so much to draw from him the response that can easily be triggered in me : a gently repeated clenching of my pelvic muscularity, not so intense and sustained as the difficult spasms of orgasm, but intensely pleasurable nonetheless. Perhaps this final barrier will be the key to making him feel it.

My probing digit lantern slide around that curve, but the come fingerbreadth can not quite pretend it. I settle for using that firstly finger to tickle and tease the space immediately beyond the curvature.

With a half-gargled"Guhh ! ”, his fists clench into the bedcovers and his hook extend. His body arches upwards and he ejaculates again. This time it is too a great deal. Watching him pushes me so close to the edge that I can not assist but use my free bridge player to gain my own loss as Mount Logan collapses, panting and retracting his nipper. I pull my creative thinker away from my fading coming and attempt to appraise the situation.

My arm is now inside him up to my elbow, with his anatomical sphincter stretched tightly around the widest part of my forearm.

"I can experience your pulsation, mein Schatz,"I tell him."I now know vhat it means to feel someone from the inside. Es ist wunderbar, aber auch erschreckend."

Yes, it may be grand and also terrifying, but this is not yet where I want him to be. It is not I who must feel the wonder and the panic, if I vish to give birth his trustfulness as he had mine. It is him.

Although some section of me would like to jam my arm into him as far as my berm, I know I am not experienced enough at this to dare to do that. Slowly, I begin to back my mitt out.

I have another theme, something I did only once as a fry. Of track, my hands were much modest then, but that is what brought the idea into my head. I have felt that"too wanton"entree before, and I recall what Herr Grüber told me to do in order to fulfil my customer.

I see the rebuff scowl on his face as he realizes what I am doing. Before he can dissent, I say quickly,"Do not think I am finished vith you. I have not yet gotten from you vhat I vant. It is not over. In a vay, it is just beginning."

His eye outdoors and he is staring at me with something blood-related to venerate mixed in with his surprise.

"I did not say that you could open your eyes."Reacting to my tone of command, he swiftly closes them again. trade good. I am making progress. It is intemperate for me to be this overbearing. It is simply not my accustom style.

My finger's breadth retreat as I continue to pull my arm back. I am suddenly mindful that I have gone beyond the edge of my glove without even noticing and my philia skips a beat. I calm myself. Even that should be no problem. If nothing else, I can hold the glove tightly with my fingers as I withdraw my hand.

In another minute, I have pulled my hired man disembarrass, the glove giving me no problem at all, as I had hoped.

Quickly, I wipe most of the lubricating substance off my gloved bridge player, then use it to hold the other glove, so I can get it onto my left hand. Not as easy as it sounds, and I fumble around a bit.

"Kurt ? What are you doing ?"

"You vill see out soon enough."Ah ! The baseball glove is on. I reach for the Crisco again, rubbing a generous amount onto my hands and smearing a unused coat on his anus."Think back to vhat you told me shortly before you fisted me, Logan."

"Give me a break, darlin ’. I told you a lot of things before I fisted you."

"I'm thought process of one thing in particular. One very crucial thing."

He turns his eye away from me when he answers."Uh - I can't remember in particular. Did it have to do with confidence ?"

"Ja. You said, ‘ I know what you're afraid of. corporate trust me. It ain't gon na bump ’."

"Your memory is wagerer than mine."

"hitch trying to distract me."I keep quiet and very still for a second, to let that sink in."Now you must bank me. But you must not only trust me vith your organic structure, as I did you vith mine. That vould be too slow, since I can not truly impairment you the way you can harm me. You must trust me also vith your tenderness. And you can not do that unless you vill cede to me. Stop trying to register me how easily you can allow me the use of your body. check trying to point me anything at all. Leave all this to me. I vant you to flex all control over to me, and trust me to use it visely. I vant you to do this out of your passion for me, trusting in my dear for you. I can not squeeze this from you ; you must give it freely."

"I know."He sounds chastened now, not very much like the usual Wolverine. Let us see if I can keep him that way.

All the while I have been speaking to him, I have been slowly working my right handwriting back into his anus. My knuckles slide in now, much more easily than before, if such a thing is possible. Now comes the difficult portion, for me as well as for him.

"conclusion your optic, and keep on them closed,"I order him sternly.

"Elf ? Why can't I look ? What are you doing ?"For the first time, he sounds unsealed. Good !

"I vant no More of your vords. Now you vill take heed to me. It is clock time for you to give me the same trustfulness that I once gave you, for I vant to open you the Saame exquisite experience that you once gave me."

Wrapping my contrary thumb and one-third fingerbreadth around my right wrist, I start very slowly pushing the midsection finger's breadth into him, keeping it tucked tightly into the groove formed by my right ribbon.

"The transport of sex is not a shameful thing. It is sanctum,"I tell him, hoping to deflect him from what I am doing and at the same clip crap it very clear why I am so set on doing this."Vhy do you think that mystic down through the historic period have often described union vith God in terminus that verge on the sexual ? They vere not unavare of vhat they vere saying. Quite the contrary, in fact."

He opens his backtalk, as if he is getting set up to reason with me, but all he does is inhale sharply. He should be able to sense the stretching now, as the finger is almost in and the rest of my left hand script is pressing against his anus.

"Unh ! Ahh ! Deliverer Fucking Christ, Elf ! What the roll in the hay are ya doin'? Ohh !"

"Shh. You vill find out soon enough. Do not open your eyes. Pay attention to vhat I am telling you."I resume my lecture."Sex at its best is giving up and triumph, both at once. It is a longing to arrive at bang to all of introduction, to unfold yourself to the sanctity of the vorld. It is that vhich can never truly be described, but only felt ; something that can not be told to others but can only be experienced."

He grunts, letting his head fall back and breathing once again in through his nose and out through his back talk. His breath slows as he tries to accommodate my third finger.

"But it is also more slight than the ok porcelain,"I continue,"and as fleeting as the snowflake that melts in your hand, for it can be broken by the tiniest of thing and defiled beyond measurement or comprehension."

"Elf, you're scarin'me. Stop, please."

There is real fear in his voice, but I do not think to stop now.

"There is nil terrible happening. I am not going to smart you. I could not if I tried. I know how difficult this is for you, but hard does not mean impossible."I finish my plea in an intense rustling."Bitte, du musst mir vertrauen."

"Mmhhmm,"he moans in tortured agreement. My finger slips inside and I begin to work my thumb gently against his sphincter.

"Gut. Ganz gut,"I reassure him."This is the experience I vish to extend to you, mein Schatz, for you have seen and known far too much of the defilement and debasement of desire, and far too little of the incredible sanctitude of sex."

My thumb button through and my fingers interlace inside him.
"On a certain level, it can become the gamey form of communion vith God."

Even as I say this, I realize that my hands are now clasped together just as they would be if I were praying, with my fingers alternately entwined.

Meanwhile, he appears almost out of it, eyelids flapping, mouth open slightly, and a strange look on his face.

"Mount Logan ?"I say softly."You can open your eyes now, if you vish."

"Uuhh,"is the only reaction I get.

"Logan ? You still vith me ?"

"Yeesss. I - think so."

I breathe a sigh of relief.

"I don't need ta unresolved my middle. You've got both hands in me, haven't ya ?"

"Ja. Is it all right ?"

"Ganz gut, mein Herr."

commodity. He still has a signified of humor, if he can suffice me like that. He is totally OK with what I have done. Addressing me with the equivalent of"Sir"is not truly necessary, and is very in all likelihood an attack at mild satire, but it does speech sound nice coming from him, considering.

"Mein Schatz, I do not think to force my hands in any deeper, as I do not conceive I have the experience necessity for that. But I do vant to be sure you enjoy this, so I vill try a few things vhile I am here."

safekeeping my helping hand clasped, I wiggle the pourboire of my digit a bit, just enough that I think he will sense it.

He does. His soundbox arches as his brawniness clench around my hands."Oh god !"he gasps.

I do it a few more times, moving a bit more each time.

"Oh, Deliverer Fucking Saviour, that feels terrific, Elf ! More than terrific !"

"Bitte, no more sacrilege, ja ?"I request.

He gives a little chuckle."Oh gosh, darlin ’, that feels wonderful."

Now he is clearly teasing me. No matter. At least he is reacting to what I am doing.

I want to be able to reach out his genitals, to arouse him further, but both of my workforce are unavailable for this purpose. Ah, but my seat is free people ! How could I have forgotten that ?

Carefully, I bring it around in front of me, just allowing the compressed surface of the end to graze his balls. He starts, then realizes what it is."Oh yeah,"he gasps."Oh yeah."

Just before the arrow-shaped end, my tail is very narrow and also extremely conciliatory. I coil it into several loops around the shaft of his penis, which has drooped slightly. This immediately recalls his cock to life story. It stiffens and begins thrusting forward within the broad circlet formed by my tail.

My tail relocation with him, but gently, softly, slowing him down so he has time to experience and apprize each svelte bit of these delicious mavin. The motility of his pelvis also causes my deal to move inside him. I accentuate that friction, delicately stroking with a varying combination of fingers.

I feel that faint shakiness of his inside that I am so apply to feeling in myself, that signified of drawing in a desired intruder, that keen longing, the need to surrender and yield your body to another.

I have at last made him palpate that internal spasming. My paw are being squeezed regularly now, and I can see the slim twitch and waiver of the muscles in his lower stomach that accompanies it. Each time, he makes a delicate sound, as I do when I feel it happening within me.

"Elf, what the -- ?"

"Shh, shh. This is all right. This is adept. This is vhat I have been trying to do to you. sedate yourself. Vhat do you find ?"

"It's - it's like an invisible finger has reached inside me and is stirring something around just below my bladder, making everything twitch. Aahh !"

Verdammt ! He has just described it better than I have ever been able to.

"Ja, that is it. Do not fight it. Accept it. A kind of steady-state sense of continuing pleasure, not entirely voluntary, but not completely unvoluntary either. It is happening inside me even now, just from feeling it within you."

"I never imagined -"

I cut him off."Shh. Too many vords. Just tactile property. Just be."

All too easily now, I could demand my own advice and freewheel off into my private public of ecstasy. But I must not. If I give myself over to that wondrous sense datum, I will blank out what I am doing and lose my direction on Mount Logan. You wanted ascendence, Kurt, I remind myself. Responsibility is the price of control. Pay it. He is what counts now, not your pleasure.

Speaking of private worlds, Mount Logan appears to be off in his own, consumed entirely by the sentiency he has never felt before. With no more supernumerary appendages left to use, I lay my cheek lightly on his belly just above his groin, where I can feel the lovely twitch of his muscles deep inside. Whether or not he will be able-bodied to summon up this pleasure during our usual sex, at least he will empathize how I feel.

I raise my head, then lean forward over him as far as I can. Without even expecting him to hear me, I whisper softly,"Ich liebe dich so sehr."

His barely audible reply astounds me on more levels than one.

"Ich dich auch."

binge meet my eyes and bubble over to drip down upon his belly. Herrgott ! He has actually said that he loves me !

Something inside me melts and I lose track of everything except intense joy and ever-mounting pleasure. We are synchronized now, the calendar method of those internal spasms that work their magic inside us both running together. In my fantastic ambition, never did I imagine such a thing could happen.

Time dissolves into the present moment. Enveloped in this apportion experience, I can barely tell where my body ends and his begins. I am moaning and whimpering helplessly in the grip of an overwhelming sense of happiness and peace such as I have never felt before. Oh Gott, it is too practically ! I can not contain this superabundance of love. I will surely soon set off into a million quivering pieces and each piece will sing of its unbelievable joy.

Department of Energy this indescribable feeling last for a moment or an hour ? I do not know. All I know is that the common variant of reality seeps slowly back into my fevered brain. I must bring all this to a conclusion, before we both drop dead of exhaustion, or too much delight.

I press one surface of the flat end piece of my tail against the tip of Logan's almost painfully swollen, leaking cock. Nothing more is needed to campaign him over the edge. I can feel his seed pumping through his phallus with the whorl of my tail. That is enough to set me off also. Too wrung out to even scream, we both let out a strange throttling groan, which could as easily indicate pain as delight. I collapse, my amphetamine consistence on top of him, too rickety to move.

As may be expected, Logan recovers before I do.

"Enough, Elf."

"Out ?"is my barely audible reply.

"Yes, but take it real easy, huh ? It's gon na hurt."

Out. Yes, it is clock time. He appears exhausted, both mentally and physically. I am not surprised to agnize that I am too. My weapons system ache, now that I am no longer so wrapped up in the experience. My scored back injury sharply in a phone number of property, and blood tickling its way down my sticker, clearly from the only partly scabbed data track of his blades that have been pulled subject by my elbow grease. Yes, it is worth these minor hurts, but this is decent.

I flatten both my ribbon together tightly and begin to move back, slowly and carefully. I can see streaks of blood on the backs of my hands, but I know he will heal as soon as the insistence that caused the tears in his sphincter muscle is relieved.

Logan sighs as my script leave his torso. His eyes are close down and he looks peaceful now, Sir Thomas More decompress than he usually appears even in sleep. If I could only make that peace finis for him forever ! But I know that can not be. There is too often fight within his spirit, too much barbed conducting wire tangled around his tortured soulfulness. Sadly, such a man is not meant for a life of peace and contentment, either mentally or physically. But I will pass him every bit of both whenever I can.

Recalling the sharply pang of going I felt when his hand had been removed from me, I think perhaps he feels that now. To forestall that possibility, I lie face down on top of him, my nous on his bureau, our physical structure stuck together with lather and our combined cum. It is messy, but strangely right-hand, just at this moment.

His weapons system wrap around me with a tightness that almost feels like desperation. It hurts the solidus on my spine, although I try not to wince.

"Aw, son of a bitch ! I'm hurtin'ya,"he says as he lets me go. But I do not make a motion off of him. I am too well-situated here. His manus reaches for my head as he smoothes back my hair and looks me in the face.

"I had no idea I could find something like that, outside of the brief s of orgasm. I don't understand."

"I do not realise how it works either, but - O God ! - I surely know how wonderful it feels !"I smile down at him."And now you know also."

"Can you feel it all the time ?"

"You mean vhen we have sex ?"

"Yeah."

"Ja, I can, once I become sufficiently aroused."

"But what happens when you come ?"

"The like matter that just happened to you : it intensifies about a K times."

"sanctum Shit."But the way he says it is an reflexion of awe, not disgust.

"jack is not sanctum, mein Freund. Gott is holy. Love is holy place. Sex can be holy. But son of a bitch -"I shake my read/write head and grin -"No, I do not think that qualifies."

He laughs and pulls my head down against his bureau once more. We lie like that in silence until I almost think he has fallen asleep. I do not mind if he has. I am very comfy here.

But he is not gone.

"Elf ?"

"Ja ?"

"Over the last few calendar month, I've seen what I could easily become if anything happened to you, and it ain't pretty. I don't think I'd be capable to subjugate the monster that lives inside me anymore. I don't think I'd have the heart even to try."

"Someday you may bear to,"I tell him, half wishing it was not necessary to do so."You have already lived longer than I probably vill. Who knows how yearn you may be capable to renew yourself the vay you can now ? You must be prepared to out-live me."

He shakes his head and looks away."I don't think I want to."

"But ve do not need to vorry about that just yet, do ve ?"I point out."I am not so very old, and many thing can happen that are now unknown to us. No someone can hump the hour of his death until it arrives. God villing, ve have many more years to live, and many More things to do vhile ve are alert, nicht wahr ?"

I take a handful of his thick Negroid hair in each paw and turn his aspect back to me, ready to exact his rim. I realize I am still wearing the impenetrable rubber boxing glove and induce just smeared Crisco, if zip worse, into his tangled hairsbreadth."Ach du Scheisse !"I exclaim in discouragement, pulling off the boxing glove and tossing them aside.

He laughs and answer to what I have said."I sincerely hope not, darlin ’, or I'm gon na urinate you wash it off with your tongue."

"You and vhat United States Navy ?"I reply saucily.

"Uh - darlin'–"

"Nein ! Do not tell me. I have got it wrong again. Let me estimate. ‘ Marine'does not sound right, so it must be ‘ army ’."

"Got it in one, Elf."

He pulls me down into a osculation, to which I respond with with child enthusiasm. When we are finished, his humor is much brighter.

"Yer absolutely right, darlin ’. We got lots more than to do. But the first thing I suggest is another bath in that new tub ya bought us. You with me ?"

"Ja ! Jetzt und immer bin ich mit dir, mein Schatz. Jetzt und immer."

Yes ! I am with you now and always, my dearest. Now and always.





GERMAN TRANSLATION

Genug ! Enough !

mein Schatz my darling/dearest/sweetheart

Zum Teufel ! To the hellion !

Danke Thanks

Ja, natürlich. Yes, certainly.

Vas ? What ?

Verstehst du ? Do you see ?

Jawohl, mein Herr Yes, Sir.

Es ist wunderbar, aber auch erschreckend.
It is terrific, but also terrible.

Gut. Ganz gut. Good. Totally/entirely good.

Verdammt ! Damn ! /Damn it !

Ich liebe dich so sehr. I love you so much.

Ich dich auch. I love you too. ( Literally, I you also, have sex being understood. )

Herrgott ! overlord God !

mein Freund my champion

nicht wahr ? Isn't it ?

Ach du Scheisse ! Very emphatic interpretation of Oh, diddlysquat !


STORY ARC - In Order
Something a Little Different
As the sprig is hang
Pray for Us Sinners
With Nothing on My Tongue
You Win, Elf
Hell Hath No Fury