This is the fourth story of a much thirster narrative arc, which is best read in the social club of the List at the end.
Translation of German words or phrases at the end. However, I have tried to make the signification fairly clear in context.


WITH NOTHING ON MY glossa
Part One : THUNDER/STORM


From Leonard Cohen's Song dynasty,"Hallelujah"

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

. .. .. .. .. ..

And even though it all went wrong
I'll pedestal before the noble of song
With nothing on my tongue but
Hallelujah



If you'd like to take heed this strain, here are my two favorite translation :

http : //idolator.com/5190814/leonard-cohen-revises-hallelujah-into-a-love-song
television 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.

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





I am lying on my side in our bed, various time of day before sunrise, wide awake, restless and horny. I feel the comforting warmth of Logan's torso behind me, his arm draped over my hips as usual. My restlessness must cause awakened him, as his dangling finger's breadth begin languidly stroking my leg, moving slowly down across the top to reach the interior surface of my thigh.

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

"Ja,"I sigh quietly.

His fingers move to my crotch, touching me with a teasing softness as his arm tightens around me, pulling us closer together. I can sense his intemperate cock against my ass. He lifts my leg, propping it up hang at the human knee so that he can gain memory access to my gap. 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 toothsome anticipation of pleasures yet to come. I gasp as the head slides inside me, and the rest follows, stretching me, filling me. Oh, yes ! Deeper, deeper. Touch that endearing space that feels so good. Ah, yes. Just *there*.

short thrusts now, pressing against my prostate repeatedly, gaining in urgency with every crusade.

His fingers wrap around my dripping cock, milking it in metre with his own cock deep inside me.

"I'm so fill up, darlin'! Oh yeah ! Gon na satisfy you so full with my cum !"

I am whimpering now, quietly in comparison to the pharyngeal consonant noises he makes."Oh, ja ! stimulate me come ! I want to - Yyaahhhh !"

Again, the familiar but always astonish sensations of coming wash over me, drowning me in feeling, as my semen spurts out of my jolt penis and my interior convulse around the toilsome tool within me. Oh, Gott, if heaven flavour like this, dying would be a low price to pay to get there !

As the saturation of the touch sensation fade away, I regretfully return to realness. My go away hand clutches the base of the shabu dildo up my ass, while my right field manus is a clenched fist around my drained member. Logan has not been in my bed for several months now. He is away somewhere, searching his person. Or at least, that is what he said he would do, struggling to make up one's mind the charge his life-time will take from here on. I am supposed to be doing the same affair, deciding if I will still need to be with him when he returns, assuming he will still need me as his partner by then.

Looking down at the white splotch of my cum on the rag, I know very well what my trunk wants. But is that the like as what I want ?

I think back to the tortured day we spent together, when he told me about the horrible things he had been doing on his nongregarious missions and what he might well do again in the future. The long treatment we had, when I told him that I was in no way morally perfective tense either.

I remember the terminal 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 preserve that promise. A voice of me can not tolerate this wait and wishes only to run away, be done with him, stop 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 have it. I can only waitress, wondering when he will yield. And what if he never returns ? What if something has happened to him ?

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

I tend to slip by into German in prison term of solid emotion. In gild to avail break that habit, I translate it into English and iterate it."Since Mount Logan has been gone, my tenderness is as empty-bellied as my bed."

Oh, halt, I remind myself. sufficiency self-pity. You are not the only soul to be left behind to wait and occupy about your lover. Think of the spouses of soldiers all over the globe, when the soldier is away in conflict, perhaps never to return. Or in the old Day of sailing ships, when the married woman must expect month and years for a husband who may be long drown and utterly, as far as she can get laid. Do not be such a infant ! You did not forge this endless wait, and you will not be the last one to sustain through it, not by a long shot.

Logan leads a serious liveliness, as do all the X-Men, including yourself. The day may come when either or both of us do not return live from a mission. That is part of the life 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 in back unharmed, but has decided he does not need me anymore ?

No, I can not remember of that. I must not dwell upon it. I must endure my living, hoping and praying for the best.

I get up, go to the bathroom, take a exhibitioner, and get ready to get my day. And deepen the sheet of paper on the bed yet again. I must remember to have a towel or something handy, so I do not make such a mess side by side time.


Another day goes by. I teach my German language course, cheque homework, teach wide-eyed acrobatics to the vernal of our bookman, counsel several youngsters who seek my advice, run through my regular function in the gym, and occupy a walk of life outside as the sun sinks toward the west. It is unseasonably warm for this prison term of year, so I do not even require a coat. I eat supper without paying much attention to the food. I climb the step to our suite without prediction of anything but nap.

I turn on the data processor in my discipline. Since I started teaching last fall, I have thought of taking online college row in education. Tonight I browse the internet, searching for whatever may be available along these melodic phrase. Until I have a license for teaching, the scholarly person in any course of instruction I may teach will not be able to count it towards their educational reference, which makes their participation strictly military volunteer. I find several possibilities for online study, but I set them aside for the time to come.

I have also been working with our suckle practitioner to learn Sir Thomas More about emergency medical examination guardianship, in order than I may be better able to cope with harm to any of the X-Men during our missions. Since my abilities are not as widely dangerous as those of virtually of my teammate, I figure I can take a leak myself more valuable in other ways, in order to score up for that. Perhaps there are some adept land site online that I could read for this purpose.

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

A sudden blast of wind hit my windowpane, catching my attention. From my vantage pointedness on the third floor, I can see the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree nearby waving back and forth. The sun is just above the horizon, but I can make out a banking concern of cloud far to the southwest.

I check the atmospheric condition online for the local anaesthetic prognosis. The microwave radar shows a very vauntingly area of laboured thunderstorms heading in our commission. There must be a unplayful presence coming through. It is a bit early in the yr for that, since it is only May.

There is a provisionary knock on the door of my study. Before I can answer, I hear Storm's vocalisation calling,"Kurt ? Are you there ? May I come in ?"

"Ja. Of course. The door is unlocked."

A snap 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 leader and head of the School ever since the prof died. She carries that burden with grace and sang-froid, not to refer confidence and courage. Of all the women here, she is the one I admire the most. But tonight she has the look of an wind up child.

"There's a very cruddy thunderstorm coming, and I know you've always liked watching lightning. I've seen you crouched on the ceiling more times than I can think, enjoying a storm. I just thought perhaps tonight you'd like to see it from my way, since I have a much better opinion than you do, and it's still rather chilly to be out of doors on the roof. Unless --"She hesitates, as if she is somehow incertain of my solvent. Most strange for her to be unsealed of anything. With a graceful gesture of her hand, she indicates my computer."Unless you have something more important to do ?"

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

Now I am drear I am dressed so casually in faded jeans and an old sweatshirt. Surely, to spend time with such a madam, I should face my best. 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 room up in one of the sign of the zodiac's towers. There are encompassing Windows on three sides, so she has a lovely view of the surrounding area. Potted plant are scattered all around, some small and some rather startlingly large, reaching to the high ceiling. During the day, this room would be quite cheery and bright, but now it is dim and shadowed. We go to the window that faces west, since the storm will most likely come from that focussing. Yes, we can just see the distant clouds, with now and then a diffuse instant of lightning.

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

"No, not with a natural weather system this big. I can only manipulate the atmospheric condition within a fairly small local sphere centering on me, not over vast distances. In my untried daylight, I tried to mold more far-flung violent storm, but only found that I made worse problems somewhere else by doing that."

"Oh. Vell, vhile I am asking head, vould it be all aright if I had a bathtub installed in our bathroom ?"

I have changed geartrain so abruptly that violent storm gives me a rather surprised look.

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

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

I nod."Exactly. Vhen I vas a child, I sometimes had the opportunity to play for hours in one of those old-fashioned bathtub vith the curious taloned human foot. They are deeper than most advanced tub. Do you know vhat I mean ?"

"Yes, I've seen them."

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

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

"Good ! I vould appreciate that."

We sit for a while, watching the tree diagram toss in the growing walkover as the sky darkens. big H murmur in the distance, in the direction of the Titicus reservoir, which is located to the south and west of the mansion. If the wind stays in this direction, it will be pretty rough on the easterly end, especially with the way it narrows so quickly. Maybe even some flooding, if the source is full.

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

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

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

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

"What if he isn't, Kurt ? Have you given that possibility any consideration ?"

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

"He makes a habit of disappearing for his own reasons, you know. It's zero you've done, or failed to do. That's just the way he is."She presses the palm of her hand briefly against my boldness."If it's any consolation, I've always thought that the one who holds Mount Logan the liberal is the one who will carry him the longest. So far, you seem to be that one."

"I hope you are justly, meine Freundin. Every Nox, I fall asleep hoping to discover his motorcycle coming down the cause. And every night I am disappointed."I have said too much now. I do not wish her to recollect I am so pitiful. I will change the subject.

"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 acquit you up there with me."

"Are you serious ?"

"Sure. But we might need to wear some heavier clothing. I can foretell up a kind of protective shield of calm around us and push back any lightning bolt of lightning that come too close, and even sustain almost of the pelting away, but I can't provide warmheartedness and comfort. Quick, go get into your uniform while I get into mine. That should be enough."

In the blank of an trice, I have jumped down to my room and am putting on the dense black leather of the X-Men. When I return to Storm's eyrie, she is ready to go.

We look at each other with a strange horse sense of shyness. Of course, I have had reasonableness to tinct her and hold her, and she me, during many of our missions and at drill in the risk Room. But this is different somehow.

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

"sales booth succeeding to me and put your arm over my berm. I'll storage area you around the shank. That should do it, since the cocoon of confidential information around us will confine up your weight as well as mine, but I don't want to lose contact with you, just in case."

I am a few inches taller than she is, but this is a comfy attitude. Perhaps too comfortable, as I am very aware of her body where it touches mine, despite the stratum of leather between us. Tsk, Kurt, pull yourself together. We are merely going flying, zippo more. But still I feel the slender stirring in my inguen that precedes erection. wellspring, so what ? My uniform will hide it from sight, if the situation - uh - arises.

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

I do, she does, and I find myself soaring west and up towards the roiling cloud that tumble tumultuously across the sky. They have already obliterated what is left of the sunset. lustrous banner of lightning ostentation between the cloud and the earth, as if feeling their way forward over the earth below. Storm takes us towards the leading edge of the front, which has already covered the far shoring of the source. I am right. The water below us is stirred into sharp-edged waves, strange for the diminished lakes in this surface area, except when the tip blows along the length of those lakes, in which typesetter's case the wafture have metre and aloofness to build up beyond what they normally could.

But then a lightning thunderbolt sizzles down close to us, followed instantly by the incisive fling of thunder. I stop paying tending to the reservoir. Although I know Storm will observe us from being struck, it is still frightening to find such power so close by.

Another blink of an eye, this clip very hunched, with many humble branches dangling from it. Lightning always fascinates me. So much danger combined with so much beauty.

I steal a nimble glance at Storm's aspect, close beside mine. Her eye glow silver-white, as they always do when she is using her power to charm the atmospheric condition. She appears transformed, her face 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 physical structure responds to the spirit of this wondrous creature next to me.

Another bolt comes sideways across the sky in our direction, but splits and subdivision around us at the last second, some branches seeking the basis below while others pierce the swarm or disappear into the blockheaded veil of rain blowing around us.

It is surprisingly low temperature up here, as Storm had said it would be. The noise of thunder, the roaring of the air current, assaults my pinna. I feel almost confused, dazed by the fury 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 child. I am almost covetous of the dramatic extent of her power, but I refuse to let that feeling pick out root and grow. We are all dissimilar and unique. What counts is how we use our differences, not what they are.

Far down below us, I catch a glance of a minor sailboat on the weewee, trying to support its own against the wind that seems to be driving it down towards the eastern end of the reservoir, where the lake narrows precipitously. I watch it for a moment, trying to influence if it is in fuss or not. The boat has one mast, and looks to be about 25 feet in duration. I can vaguely do out two people on the wind-tossed deck, one aft at the tiller and the other standing nearby in the cockpit. Only one sail is still set and it is reefed down to far less than its normal size of it, but the boat appears to be steadily losing priming coat. Fortunately, the reservoir, especially at this narrow end, is not so large nor so deep as to pose a life-threatening risk. At worst, they can operate their sauceboat close enough to shore to make it to safety themselves, even if the boat is badly damaged in the process.

And then the storm abruptly changes the rules, as a bar of lightning flashes out next to us, slants slightly, and finally splits into two near the surface. 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, storm is already swooping down towards the sauceboat, which has suddenly begun to veer around as if no one is at the tiller. If properly grounded, the mast of a sailing boat usually provides the same security as a lightning rod. However, things can still happen to the multitude onboard, especially if they are grasping any of the wire shrouds that keep the mast in place.

Storm's arm is stringent around my waist and I am clutching her fiercely as we plummet from the sky headfirst. Through the heavy rain, I struggle to make out what is happening on the deck below. One somebody appears to be down, lying on the floor of the pocket-sized cockpit. The other kneels next to him. No wonder no one is at the tiller.

At the last bit, storm levels off and lands us on our feet on the wildly-plunging deck.

Rain pelt down around us as the individual sail flapping out of control just above our heads. A man bends over the unconscious dead body of a boy, shouting discussion that can barely be heard over the roar of the wind instrument."Lenny, Lenny ! Son, are you OK ?"

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

I am there in a mo, crouching opposite the man in the now-crowded cockpit. Quickly, I turn the boy onto his backrest, leaning forward to shield his face from the rain. He is wearing a bulky liveliness jacket, so I do not consume to tilt his head word very far to make sure his airline is loose, as it is already lying back at an angle. For a hanker couple of seconds, I watch for any signaling of breathing motion from his chest of drawers, also slipping a hand underneath the biography crown to see if I can feel movement. Lenny appears to be about xiv class old, not quite a nestling, but not quite an adult either.

The man, presumably his father, stares at me in revulsion, too shocked to respond. Good. I do not need to be interrupted right now. The boat is tossing violently, almost broadside-on to the waving. As Storm gets to the tiller and takes restraint of the weather immediately surrounding us, the disorderly motion smoothes out some. Nearby, the wind falls to a safer speed, but nothing can be done about the incoming waves. The Saame sort of cocoon that kept the two of us dry and secure below the swarm now spreads over the boat, but it is more diffuse. very much of the pelting gets through despite Storm's efforts to protect us.

As well as I can find under these weather condition, the boy is not breathing. Clamping his nozzle closed with my finger's breadth, I seal my mouth over his and give him two long breaths. Only then do I check the carotid artery in his neck for a pulse. Yes, I can feel the steady pumping of blood. His respiration may have stopped, but his heart is still going. It is not uncommon for that to go on when struck by lightning. It is possible his heart stopped momentarily, then began to drum again on its own, as he is Pres Young and healthy. I unfasten the magazine 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 external respiration. Your son is not breathing."

"Kurt !"Storm's vocalisation from aft."What's happening ? Do you want help ?"

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

"I can fly -"

"No time ! I can ‘ port him faster !"I turn my attention to the father."You have to trust me. I can get your boy to safety and medical care. My friend will take you there also, but I am going to do it right away."I give Lenny another breath, then check once again to see if his gist is still beating, which it is.

I glance at the male parent, hoping to get his permit. If not, I will jump anyway and worry about the consequences later. Lifting the boy up and out of the lifejacket, I take him into my blazonry, steadying his school principal and neck opening as well as I can by holding it against my chest, just in case there was a spinal anaesthesia cord injury when he fell.

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

Three long jumps and we are in the infirmary. I approached my limit on each startle, 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 rally Angelita Gutierrez, our resident nursemaid practitioner, then lay Lenny down on one of the tramp tables, giving him another breathing time and grabbing for the oxygen masquerade and bag that hang nearby. I take a few instant 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 open to collapse. Fortunately, it does not last long.

By the time our nurse arrives, I have the mask fitted snugly over our patient's face and can get off atomic number 8 into his lungs simply by squeezing the bag. I have also laid out all the supplying needed to start an IV, if necessary, and brought our cardiac reminder 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 occlusion next to our patient.

"truelove blink of an eye. No respiration. Presumed lightning strike."

She pulls Lenny's shirt heart-to-heart and lays her stethoscope on his chest of drawers."Confirmed. Stop bagging him for a bit. Let me see to it if he's started to take a breath again."

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

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

"I don't see anything wrong, other than the burning on his hand and some blood on his lips."

Able now to look at the boy more closely, I notice a nasty burn on the palm of his right mitt."If I have to ingest a guess, he was touching one of the wire sheet when the boat was hit. As for the rip --"

I lick my own lips and perceptiveness bloodline."That is nothing. My teeth have doubtless cut his lip. I did not have 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 draw in a breath of air. I stop squeezing the bag in order to check if he will preserve his effort. Yes, his dresser boost again by itself.

Angelita and I look at each former and smile. She continues to look into his body for other injuries, after stabilizing his head with some foam caoutchouc physical body, in case there has been a cervical injury.

After perhaps fifteen minutes, Lenny shows signs of returning consciousness.

"Wha - where -- ? Who are you ?"He is clearly still logy and somewhat lost. Not strange for an stroke victim.

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

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

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

As Angelita continues with her appraisal, I see Lenny's eyes flicker over to me several times. I steel myself against the inevitable reaction to my show. I am so tired of being stared at like this, so tired of the fear and disgust that I inspire in average humans. Some of it, I realize, is my own fault. No one made me carve aim 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 save up my life ?"

"All I did vas bring you here quickly."

"We teleported ? And I missed it ? Sh -"I glance quickly at our nurse. He takes the breath and changes the word to --"Shucks !"

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

I take it. Nothing in the boy's side shows that he is the to the lowest degree bit crazy over shaking a blueness, three-fingered hand with vicious nails and unknown scars on the dorsum. Unglaublich ! Have all children changed this much, or is it just this one ?

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

"face as if you got him here in meter,"Storm says.

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

"We were able to operate it into a prophylactic seat in the lee of a modest point of state. It's anchored securely, and the tempest has mostly gone past now. The sire said he heard the storm warning too late. It caught them trying to get back to where they had put in. Once the wind came up, he found it unimaginable to make very much headway against it. He was considering just heading for shore when the lightning struck. They both knew bettor than to touch the shrouds in a electrical storm, but Lenny lost his symmetry and automatically grabbed for whatever he could accomplish at just the awry moment."

We glance over to see father and son hugging each other, while Angelita offers to summons an ambulance to take Lenny to the county hospital for advance observation."You're welcome to stay here overnight if you wish,"she adds,"But I think you might be more comfortable there."

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

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

Storm and I turn and start for the door.

"Wait !"the Fatherhood's voice calls from behind us."Mr. - uh - fishworm, 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 go quite as enthusiastic as Lenny did, but that is not important.

He seems a bit embarrassed, so I give him a subdued smile, hoping to keep my teeth out of sight. Meanwhile, Storm solvent for both of us."You are very receive, sir. It was favorable we were in the right place at the aright time."

I notice that he does not hurry over and stretch his hand to us, but that is not very important 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 elate good sense of satisfaction over how things turned out. I could do anything now ; overcome all obstacle, defeat all enemy. And light jubilantly into Logan's limb, if he were only here.

Storm looks at me, and I see the glorification in her center. My own are surely glowing as a result of all this. All of a sudden, she wraps her arms around me and industrial plant an exuberant osculation on my lips. I tell myself it means nothing. It is only the issue of the chemical in our line of descent, the hullabaloo of the storm, our successful rescue. But still I react, my arms clutching her tightly in return. My tail would birth wrapped around her also, except that I know that can be very disconcerting to somebody who is not used to such a thing occurrence, so I will it to remain behind my rear, even though it quivers with the strength of its own desire to respond.

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

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

"Of course of instruction. You have long been my champion and comrade. Vhy should I not like you ?"

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

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

Her eyes waver downwards, obviously noticing the slender bulge at the privates despite my blotto leather knickers. The sharpness of her full moon lips bend upwards in a diminished grinning.

That is when it first occurs to me that violent storm may need something more than than just friendship. However, that thought filling me with panic. Surely, I must have misunderstood. Even Logan, with his gruff way, could perhaps be seen as attractive. But me ? Not so. Or at least, not so often as to make me gestate it.

I continue to gaze at her.

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

I duck my head in embarrassment.

"No, I am not,"I admit."It is—how do you say in biology division ? - protective coloration. The unfortunate person the true is that most women, and especially unity so beautiful as you, vill not even come near me."

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

Unfortunately, her muteness only makes me try to excuse More and I start to blather."It is just not something that happens to me. Men, sometimes maybe, but men are inherently more curious about such things and more, as you American English say, horny, and villing to find out vhat - opening - may be offered by strangeness. In my experience, vimmen are too frightened of me. about of them take one look and run away screaming. Therefore, you can not stand for vhat you are saying."

She almost laughs at my Byzantine system of logic, but stops herself and becomes very unplayful. Totally embarrassed by now, I turn away from her to depend at the wall on the former English of the hallway.

"I always mean what I say,"is her unperturbed reception."Kurt ? face at me."

I shake my head, turning even further away, sure that my face must feature blushed slightly purple by now. That always effect in a truly foreign peck, as the scratch just exhibit up all the more vividly. People usually find it quite scary. This particular person, however, does not seem willing to take in no for an answer. Grabbing my shoulder, she pulls me around to front her.

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

"Cute ?"I reply, suddenly full-of-the-moon of indignation."I, the Incredible Nightcrawler, am cute ? !"

"Yes, silly man. You most certainly are."She runs a slender fingerbreadth across the scratch on my impudence and then over my mouth, as she says softly,"Take us up to my room, Kurt. Please."

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


We appear in her room. It is dark now, the solitary lighting coming from the Windows, where the adept are beginning to glint through the thinning clouds. Somehow, we do not seem to want to let go of each other. Her lips trace mine, gently at first and then hungrily as I return her kiss. It is nice to have my arms around a char, even through the thickness of her leather uniform. Her oral cavity is mild and sugared, not surrounded by thick stubble. Her centre are fold, her head tilted slightly back. Our natural language take good turn searching each former's unfamiliar mouths. For so farsighted 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 taste and sense of smell of his body, and he to mine. This is unlike, that is all. Not better, not worse, just not the same.

Storm breaks off first.

"Damn, your tooth are sharp,"she remarks as she lights a duad of candles to clear up our surroundings a little.

"I am sorry. Did I hurt you ? I did not think of -"

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

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

She is in front of me again, already pulling down the zipper of her inglorious jacket."Of course of instruction not. None of us do. Too hot."

She pulls it off, revealing her ample white meat 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 minute, she is standing there in t-shirt and underwear, watching me expectantly. In another few moments, we are both equally exposed, but her bulges are beneath her tee shirt, while mine is behind the fly of my briefs.

Running a finger's breadth down the front of my rain-and-sweat-soaked t-shirt, she says,"punter, but still too wet,"grabbing the bottom 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 breasts and small crocked teat. Stepping finisher to her, I run my fingers gently over her cotton underwear and between her legs."Still too wet,"I decide, beginning to draw the panties down her thighs, giving her enough time to stop me if I have gone too far.

Apparently, I have not, as she removes my briefs at the same time. Almost, I want to blockade her. She has seen the scars on my torso, but never the 1 on my penis.

All right, let us get this over with, I tell myself as I stand still for her review, turning slightly so that the ignitor from one of the candela falls on me. She will either take one flavor and turn her eyes away or - or what ? Few womanhood have ever done anything beyond the first selection already mentioned. Maybe this womanhood will be the exception.

storm cut off my thoughts at that point, her eye widening as she says slowly,"Oh, Kurt. Even there ?"

I just nod. What else can I do ?

She stares for a 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 intuitive enough to pull in what the answer has to be.

"I think that's beautiful,"she finally concludes, as a broad smiling spreads over her face."It matches the rest period of your trunk. But how did you manage to do this in such a raw area ?"

I give her my standard solution."Very carefully."

"Kurt, I'm serious."

"So am I. I am not being flippant. That is the bare truth."

"It must have hurt like hell."

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

The adjacent most obvious question would have been,"What sin does it constitute ?"But she did not ask that either. Instead, she notices that I have pretty a good deal lost my erection, and asks only,"Don't you find charwoman 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 actual trouble. It is just that I am alvays somevhat nervous vhen individual first sees me au naturel. I have had some very bad response to the scars, as you can probably ideate, and the anticipation of such a thing often dampens my fervour. Not to vorry. I vill recover."

"I'm a bit unquiet also. I'm used to men being intimidated by me for reasons that do not include my appearance. At least at first,"she admits."Maybe if we take affair a little more slowly ?"

"Ja."

She takes my hand and pulling me over to the long padded window rear beneath one of the all-inclusive windowpane, where we sit down beside each other.

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

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

We sit down, and are quickly holding each other, kissing and touching experimentally. Running one helping hand up the silky-smooth tegument of her English, I cup her titty with my fingerbreadth, using my ovolo to just barely adjoin her nipple as I do so. She sighs as she presses her breast up against me encouragingly.

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

"violent storm, are you sure as shooting this is vhat you vish ? Forgive me for being rather blunt, but I do not vant vhat is called a mercy 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 begin to wonder if I have insulted her, she touches my brass, tracing lightly over one of the scars."Don't trouble, that's not what I'm offering. You may not have noticed, but I've been attracted to you from the first moment I met you in that old church in Boston. I almost approached you a match of times after Alkali Lake, but you left so soon I never found a chance."

"I noticed,"I admit."I never could displace from my judgment 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 for sure if I vould be staying and I felt it vould be unjust to get involved vith you under those circumstances."

She nods her understanding."After you came back with us from the fight at Alcatraz, I thought about it again, but as soon as I saw you and Logan were getting together, I decided that I should keep my feelings 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 bosom in both hands, she lifts them up, offering them to me as if she is giving a gift.

It is a gift I can not turn away. I take her shoulder joint and lay her back on the hindquarters, following her shoot down and accepting her offering with my lips.

I have always enjoyed sucking on a cleaning lady's white meat, kissing the smooth skin, grazing the nipples with easy licks of my tongue, then taking each one in turn into my mouth, playing with the intemperate bit of reduce flesh of the nipple. I loved it as a child, and it is one of the entirely pleasant remembering, unconnected to any bother.

I want to suck greedily, to make the Milk River flow, but I know that will not take place, so I take it slow, easing off if she seems to show discomfort. While I work on one nipple, I touch the other gently with my digit, as I did when a child, anticipating the time when I would have the other also. Left to myself, I can do this for quite a yearn time, but I know by her shivers of response and the diminished move of her body that she wants and needs more.

Usually, I will keep my tail out of the action entirely, since it can easily gross out out non-tailed people, human and mutant alike. Although they can check to suit accustomed to it, as Logan has, it takes fourth dimension. However, this is Storm, and she is not, as she recently reminded me,"most vimmen “, so I will see what happens.

As I continue to suck her white meat, my tail curls around between us and lies with the categoric end gently pressed to that depression between the lower ribs. storm twitches slightly at the sensation. Probably she has opened her eyes to corroborate what she feels. Slowly, I let it glide down toward her sex, the wide part first. Her body tenses, but she does not be active or protest.

I keep going. By now she has opened her pegleg and bent them at the stifle. The rest of my shadow arranges itself so that it lies coming up between her legs as the end covers her vulva. With a flimsy contestation of her hip, she presses against it, as a adult female does to ask round a member to enter her. But I will not do that with the all-embracing end of my tail. It is far too bony and steadfast, even if I try to turn over it up as much as possible, to be well-fixed inside a woman's soundbox. However, the very end can twitch very quickly against her clit, while the rest motion against the incoming to her vagina in a manner I have found to be very pleasing to many women.

In this subject, it turns out that Storm is not so different from other women than she thinks. Before very long, my nates is wet from her secretions and I know she is ready for more.

Although I have had far more than experience with men than I have with women, that does not think I do not know the things that a woman can bask, as practically or sometimes more, than actual penetration. Yes, I must thank Herr Grüber for that cognition also, although I hate to take it.

My mouth releases her tit and follows the trail down her body that was so recently blazed by my more adventurous tail, eventually displacing my prat and taking its place between her legs.

From what I have seen, there is Sir Thomas More mutation between woman's privates than there is in men's. Some character that are almost non-existent in some woman are far larger and more exaggerated in others. Some are slick and dim-witted, while others are convoluted and complex, like exotic flowers. Of course of action, the introductory physique is always there, but there are many more mutation on the root word 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 grasp and draw inside. They can taste and smell different, but again, it is a variation on the same basic theme, assuming the woman is not sordid or diseased, in which case there are other gene involved, as there would be with men under the Same status.

Men may react very differently to the tastes and scents of a woman's body, but so do women also react to men, if they happen to be in the same position with their case in a man's genitalia. We are all strong-arm beings and such things are share of sex. If you are aroused and excited by the woman's dead body, all of the smells and such can be quite delectable to taste, just as a man's may be.

I take my time savoring Storm, enjoying her flaccid outcry and groan, the way she thrusts herself against my eager mouth, the quivering spasms that I could feel quite readily with my clapper, the way her fingers curl into my tomentum, holding me to her. My hand stroke their way up her dead body, my formidable fingernails only lightly touching here and there. Her chest arches upwards as I reach her white meat, her sinew taut and intemperately beneath silky smooth out cutis. I knead her straining knocker gently, then harder as she gives grounds of enjoying the increased pressure. I take each nipple 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 knife inside as far as I can. spread my mouth wider, I draw in as much of her as I can, sucking now lightly then harder on her possible action, running my tongue over the gruelling nub of her clit as I do so.

Her body turns rigid and trembling. She cries out, and I know she is coming, as I can palpate her spasms against my knife and sassing. As she relaxes, I release her, my spit lapping with long slow stroking over her full 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 multiplication I have vished that I could get laid 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 sentence. Vhat I vould wish is to be inside you. I have not felt myself held vithin a voman's body in a long 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 bottom myself. In fact, it is my orientation. That vay, I do not experience to do all the vork."I duck my head and face up at her from under my eyelashes, as I often do with Logan."I fear I am essentially a very lazy 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 have to excuse me for a moment."

"Whatever for ?"

"So I can go get a safety from my room. I do not carry them around vith me. Logan and I do not want them, because he heals from any disease almost as fast as he is infected vith it, and so he has cypher I could grab, nor could he entrance 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 arena from one of the many shelf on the bulwark and brings it over to me."Here. involve your choice."

The bowl is full of rubber in assorted brands and styles. As soon as I get over my surprise, I run my fingers through the flat little computer software to see what is there.

"Mein Gott ! I did not have a go at it they also come in colors ! looking at, there is even one in blue devil !"

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

Of course of instruction, I must choose a wild blue yonder one, if only to see how well it matches the color of my skin.

I open the parcel and undulate the condom onto my stiff penis. When I look up, I find Storm smiling at me."kudos,"she says cheerily."You passed the rubber test."

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

"You got me there."She thinks about it for a here and now."I guess it would be considered more of a practical mental testing than anything else. All I mean is that you automatically assumed duty for protecting both of us from unwanted consequences, rather than waiting for me to say something. I always wait until the last min with potential new sex partners, just to find out if they'll come up with the idea before I have to tell them. Too many men would rather just ignore such possibilities, or worse, refuse when I suggest it."She grins."I like to realize sure my devotee have a head on their articulatio humeri, not just on their cocks."

"My female parent taught me it vas my responsibility as a gentleman to count such things."Although I fail to mention what I have experienced during my former childhood, I am telling the truth. Margali Szardos, who took me into her family back when I was hired by the circus in my other teens, taught me many affair that Herr Grüber never thought to severalize me. I have always considered her to be my unfeigned mother, since I was apparently abandoned at birth by my natural mother.

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

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

"My following move before straddling you would take in been to get up and offer you the sports stadium. parturition control is within the ability of any adult female to provide for herself, as of course 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 window rear again. Placing one knee beside me, storm lilt 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 cock."Mmm. feel nice."

„ Oh, ja !"I agree, with a shaky intake of breathing space as I feel that lovely soft warmth enclose me entirely. There is no substantial closeness at her opening, as there would be with anal intercourse.

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

Of course, regardless of what I may have said about being lazy, the one on the posterior in this position does not really just lie there, but rather has to thrust upwards in time with his partner's movements.

With a hired hand on either side of her pelvis, I help her drive my shaft. I can finger something imperativeness against the tip of my penis at the end of each downstroke, perhaps her cervix or the back rampart of her vagina. Such a thing does not occur with men.

It has been a farsighted prison term since someone rode me like this. Logan, of course, is far too heavy to straddle my renal pelvis. However, I make a mental note 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 shaft is inside a wonderful and desirable char !

I open my centre and grin at violent storm. She is purport on what she is doing and barely notice me. I shift my handwriting to take clutch of her breasts, squeezing them in metre with her own movements, at first gently but then harder, as she reacts to my touch with a groan and an increment in amphetamine. Her hand goes down between us now, working her clitoris as my putz works inside her.

bead of sweat run down her chest, following the vallecula between her panting bosom 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, sass slightly spread out. Whether on the boldness of a man or a cleaning lady, I know that look. She is also close. The tight wetness of her vagina sliding board against my penis, holding it even tighter now as she nears orgasm. As I too feel the pressure building inside me, our motility become faster, gruelling, more urgent.

I am holding back now, in club to give her the cleaning woman's prerogative of being maiden, but that only makes me desire it all the more.

"tempest, I can not -"

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

"Ggaahh,"I moan incoherently, as I thrust upwards for that tremendous exit, feeling my cum pump into her. No, I tell myself belatedly, into the prophylactic I am wearing. But that does not really matter.

tempest is still trying. All aright, maybe I can detain hard just a little longer. Just a little more. I do not always drop off my erection immediately, as some men do. Maybe there will be enough prison term, if I can encourage her a little. I flip my tail up behind her, angling the tip downwards so that the bony upper surface presses against her gloomy back hard enough to retain it in contact with her even though she is moving rapidly now. Carefully, I curl the edges together and slue it down, parting her buttocks slightly as I do so. She twitches in surprise, but does not tear away or break her calendar method of birth control. Good ; I have not frightened her. In fact, it appears I have excited her far, as her vagina tightens even harder around my flagging cock. Thus encouraged, my fag end continues its downward progress until it touches her anus, just wriggling slightly, clearly not threatening entrance but merely rubbing against the outside of that medium orbit.


With a soft cry that almost sounds astonished at the sheer order of magnitude of her pleasure, she lowers herself entirely down onto me, forcing me profoundly inside. Her vagina declaration in those laborious tight spasm, squeezing out a few endure drops of my semen as one final exam thrill of joy runs through me."Ah ! Gott !"

Then she relaxes and sags forward onto me. I wrap my arms around her and savor the rebuff weight unit of her body pressing down on me, her breasts flattening against my scarred chest, nipples still salient and hard.

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

With my fingers happily tangled in her fine white hair, I reply,"I learned long ago how to please a char. It is like riding a tricycle : something you never forget."

"Uh - Kurt, you mean bicycle."

"Verdammt ! Have I gotten it wrong again ?"

"Yeah."She leans up and kiss my backtalk 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 prison term. One hand reaches behind my neck, pulling me up to her. I feel a fingerbreadth encounter that nasty spot where William Strycker's mind-control drug was administered. It is still a orbitual mark of raised and roughened skin that will never cure. Her deal seems to funk at the tactual sensation, and so do I. She removes her backtalk from mine and just lies down, resting her head on my bureau. For various lovely minutes, we remain that way.

I feel the dawn of a new thought. But daring I ask her to do such a affair ? Ja, it is fourth dimension. She has awakened a syncope new promise in my heart by offering me her body.

"storm, may I ask you for a party favour ?"

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

I reach around to the back of my neck to indicate what she has just recently touched."Unlike the rest of my scratch, this is not something I vish to recall. I am thinking I vould like to sprain it into something else. But I can not reach 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 change it into ?"

"I vish it to be a Moravian Star."

"I'm not familiar with that."

"It is a star vith many points. There are many versions, vith varying act of stage. I can evince you a flick on my computer. It vould be fairly easy. The mark is already roughly throwaway, so it is just a affair of adding the points. However, it vould take a very soft touch, since the area is quite small."

"Why do you want this fussy design, Kurt ? Is there some sort of symbolism involved ?"

I nod."The Moravian Star has many version. It has been considered a symbol of the hope of Deliverer's birth into the vorld and his ongoing mien vith us. Alternately, the rays symbolize the greatness of God, the star vhich led the Vise Men to the Christ youngster, and the Divine Star, Christ Himself. One of the simplest explanation is that it represents the star of hope, the star of fulfillment, and the adept of hope."

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

Emotion sweeps over me, so strong that I wish I could turn away from her so she can not see my face. tempest understands why I do this matter with the cicatrice. Such reason from another person is so very rarified. I am almost unable to answer.

"I have spent enough time carving reminders of my Sin. There are more important matter that must never be forgotten, like hope and love and caring."

Gently, as if she realizes the repulsive memories it represents, she once again reaches behind my neck and strokes her finger's breadth over the shocking reminder of my metre with William Stryker. Many times, Logan has kissed me there, but I do not know if he ever fully realizes what horror that brings back to me. He has, after all, too many of his own memories of that man. Storm's fingerbreadth 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 unsuccessful person to jib Stryker's programing, I would own refused. But to alter this into something that signifies Bob Hope and jazz - yes, that I will do gladly."

"Thank you."I turn to her, trying to guard back the snag that come to my oculus, for they are tears of joy and I would not have her think I am unhappy.

"When do you want 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 front end of my computer.

"All right, I'll need a form to work from."

"Just a hour and I'll pull up a impression for you."

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

We are both still stark au naturel, but this does not come along to bother Storm in the to the lowest degree. She is all business now, leaning over my shoulder and studying the look-alike. Eventually she concludes,"It's really supposed to be three dimensional."

I nod.

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

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

"Especially if I have to pass water it small."

"This is not sounding hopeful,"I reply.

"Depends on how grumpy you want to be about it."She goes back to studying the figurer trope."I can make a lead 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 website at : http : //i1203.photobucket.com/albums/bb381/Karl-5/550px-compass rose browns 00.png

"Here, look at this. It's technically called a reach rose, but it can be considered a whiz with quite a big bit of points."

"Oh, ja ! I have seen that before. It appears on maps and on old-fashioned compasses. That vould be, as you say, close plenty for politics vork."

She stares at me as if surprised.

"Vhat ? Did I get the expression wrong ?"

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

I laugh shortly, then hit the replacement that turns on my printing machine and make up her a written matter of each image.

"Come into the bedroom. It vill be wanton if I lie on the bed boldness down."

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

"Ja, I do. I vill go and get everything ready. You may descend vhen you feel like it."

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


I set everything in readiness. The Reading light clipped onto the headboard of the bed will provide a very shiny light. I have a twain of pillows set 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 need in the way of gauze or antiseptic. I have come a recollective way from the desperate tyke who used the point of a hypodermic needle and a bottle of alcohol for my offset design.

I lie down on my back to wait for Storm and to think over what I am doing.

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

Small in size perhaps, I remind myself, but big in signification : a symbolization of hope, not of sin. A symbolic representation carved from one of the most awed times in my biography. I had fought the drug, fought the conditioning and brainwashing that preceded it, but in the end it had been to no help. If not for a favorable shaft from one of his security people, I would feature killed the President of the United Department of State, and by doing so, would probably have started a major confrontation between mutant and non-mutant in this country, if not the entire world.

While I do not truly remember all the details of my flack on the President, I have watched the transcription from the security measures cameras many times. I - who had hoped never again to take a human life-time 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 think I will ever quite get over that, although I realize it was not my alternative and therefore I am not truly guilty. Yet still, it fills my judgment with revulsion, for it had been my body that had done such damage, and my script that had held the knife. I will never forget the reflection on my aspect just before I struck, as recorded by the cameras. It lurks in my nightmares even now.

I hear the threshold to my field of study click open and then closed. Storm stands next to the bed.

"Kurt ? You ready ?"

I turn over on my face, pulling the pillows beneath my chest so that my head can hang forward somewhat, leaving my neck in a sound position so that the hide is stretched enough to be easy to act upon on but not too taut.

"I am now."

"I think I can get the best angle by straddling you. Would that be OK ?"

"Ja."

As she swinging a leg over me and settles her weight on my humiliated back, I can feel the wetness of her privates and the thin tickle of her pubic pilus just a short distance above the base of my tail. She is still bare, as am I. Good. This is somehow rightfulness. There should be nothing between us.

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

I wait to experience the first touch sensation of the scalpel. As I expect, it is not very unspeakable at all. Indeed, near of the deletion that are needed are so small they are more like pinpricks. And my neck is not nearly as sensitive as former parts of my body. And yet even this low nuisance is purifying, as if a great payload is being lifted from my psyche. I allow myself a small sigh. tempest's skin senses is so careful, so soft now, even though these are the Saami hands that have pulled the lightning from the skies and wielded it as a weapon. How very blessed I am to find her contact !

A tiny rivulet of origin tickles its way down one side of my neck.

"You doing OK ?"she asks softly.

"Ja. Compared to my other scar, this is relatively painless,"I assure her.

"All right, if you're sure."

"I am."

It is right that Storm is doing this. The scar was made by a deal that was not my own. It is now being changed by another hand than mine, a hand that belongs to mortal who means a lot to me.

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

I smile to myself and hold back for her to be finished.







WITH NOTHING ON MY knife

Part 2 : DADDY dear



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

As division of my mind recites the well-known words of the Hail Mary, another division is freed to speak to the holy place One.

"Mein lieber Gott, once More I beg of You to forgive Mount 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 burden that others are not able to shoulder, and does what he thinks motivation to be done. I know some of those things are evil. Please, please, I beg Your mercy upon him ! He is a good, form, loving man, who fights a battle within his soul that no man should have to go.

"In Your Infinite Compassion and understanding, do not condemn him for those hateful thing, but remember only the salutary. Help him to wallow in the struggle he wages to be a man, not an enraged animal.

"I am not sure enough why I am even saying all this, as You surely know it already, as You know all things. But there is cipher I can do now except pray for him, and so I will. I do not believe that You act miraculously in this macrocosm as the effect of mortal's request, however heartfelt and fervent it may be. I am not even sure anymore that You care or that You even hear our prayers, but if You do, watch over him and top him someday to the path of righteousness and compassion.

"In the gens of the Father-God, and of the Son, and of the sanctum Spirit. Amen."

Do I do this only because it comforts me ? I no longer screw. All I know is this is what I feel to do, so I will implore the holy place One to engage care of the man I love, whether He hears me or ignores me. I will invoke the Virgo Mary as a symbolic representation of God's undying dear for His children. I will enumerate the old rule because they calm and steady me, and say thing I hope, but do not know, are true. For if I believe in anything, it is that Love is all we have and all we can desire for. Without it, we are lost. Once I would cause said that God can only roll in the hay, but now I am no longer so for sure even of that. Now I will only say that I hope God, whatever God truly is, is only equal to of Love, for all of mankind is badly in demand of it.

So I will pray and hope there is Something out there that hears me. And I will trust that our lives have meaning, although I can not claim to acknowledge what that meaning is. For right now, Logan is my only import and his coming back my greatest hope.

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

"Hey, darlin ’, are you awake ?"

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

He flicks on the light, standing there in the threshold with a crooked grin on his fount. Dropping his duffle bag bag to the base, he turns briefly to close and shut away the door, then turns back, holding out his munition to me. I am on him in one fasting leap, my naked body plastered against him, one of my wooden leg and my tail encircling his waist, my arms around his shoulders and neck, my sass pressed to his. Oddly, I feel him stagger backwards at the encroachment. Granted, I am a bit taller than he is, but I am not all that great. He has never done that before, and I have jumped onto him like this many times. Usually he just braces himself a piffling. But that does not matter now. He is in my subdivision and I can feel 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 wait to have him naked.

"Oh Gott, mein Schatz, it has been such a long prison term ! I missed you so much !"I am babbling as I continue to pull off his cap. My prayer has been answered. He is here, dependable and wakeless, and clearly desires me. Whether it is just for sex now or also for the future is something we can settle later. For now, all I want is to hold him inside me.

"Whoa, Kurt, slow down a little. ease up me a chance to catch my breath."

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

He looks at me and grin again, in a way I have never seen him smile. Too peaceful, too glad."Umm. That feels cracking. I love you so much, my fresh boy."

The voice is good, but the quarrel are legal injury."I love you"is rarely component of our conversations, especially not coming from him. And he never calls me his"confection boy ”. What can have happened to take in him act this way ?

He leans in to kiss me. His backtalk tastes faintly of cigar dope, he smells as he should if he has not bathed recently, but when his top lip connects with the tip of one of my sharp dentition, he winces as if the pocket-sized botheration surprisal him.

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

"My dearest,"I reply lightly."I love you too. It has been so long."Not a trace of soreness with this sort of talking crosses his face. He reaches down for my turncock, taking it gently. I feel his finger react slightly when they encounter the scar along the top of my spear and that gives me an idea."dear, call back how we talked about that mark just before you left ?"I ask sweetly."Do you remember what I told you it stand for ? What sin it stands for ?"

The mitt stops stroking me for a secondment, then begins again."Of course of study I remember. It was Lust, wasn't it ?"

"Ja. Vhat else could it be ?"Languidly, I run my finger over the design that covers my lower abdomen."And this one ?"

The answer is longer in coming this sentence."Greed."

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

"What do you mean, not Logan ?"

"In all the prison term 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 accuracy : who are you ?"

"Don't be silly, Kurt. Who else would I be except Logan ? I'll prove it to you. number here, darling, and let me jazz you."He fumbles with his belt and the zipper on his jean, without the comfortable intimacy I would expect from a man trying to relinquish his erection.

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

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

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

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

"By having sex vith me ? !"

She shrugs."As trade good as anything else. I heard write up about you and Gulo gulo. What beneficial way to chance out if the rumors were true ?"

"And vhy is that any of your job ?"Since she makes no motility to leave, I perch on top of the true cedar dresser beneath the window. It seems a safe distance from which to continue our conversation.

Instead of an answer, she asks me another motion."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 certain resemblances."

"Ve are both blue devil. 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 flit and he cast me aside so heartlessly that I resolved never to suit involved with him again, that I started to recollect about you once more. Later, when the so-called cure proved to be only temporary, my powers returned and I was eventually able-bodied to lam from prison house. With nothing better to occupy my time, I did a little research on you and discovered you were originally from the town of Schönberg.

"I thought back over my animation, recalling a fourth dimension I myself had been in Bavaria, trying to figure out if I had been there around the time of your parentage. It turned out that I had indeed spent various geezerhood there close to that time."

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

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

"Vhat do you mean ?"

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

I am so confused by now that I can not think at all, in High German or in English.

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

Before I can reply, she transforms before my eyes into an attractive young woman with braided blonde hair who looks perhaps XX long time of age. She wears a bright blue dirndl covered with a whiten apron. Her smile is open and honest, her eye sparkling with vivacity as she holds her hands out to me and says with a definite Bavarian speech pattern,"Mein Sohn, erkennst du mich nicht ?"

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


Then the lovely new girl smile wickedly and says in Mystique's own voice,"Kurt Wagner, I'd like you to get together your father."

She morphs into a Whitney Moore Young Jr. man with lustrous red hair, dressed in a traditional German outfit, complete with embroidered Lederhosen, undershirt, and feathered hat. He bows slightly and then extends his hand to me.

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

"Unmöglich ! This can not be !"

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

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

I ignore her jest."You can change your embodiment, of course, but to generate a child ? No, I vill not believe you."

"Back then, I wasn't certain myself if I could do it. So I decided to try an experiment. While I was living in Germany, I deliberately seduced a phone number of young womanhood into having sex with me, then checked on the results. cipher happened with any of my experimental subject. However, one of them disappeared abruptly and I couldn't locate her, although I'll confess I never tried too backbreaking to track her pile. She was the hold out one I had bedded, and none of the others had become pregnant, so I figured it was a serious bet she wasn't either."She gives a footling shrug."Apparently, I was wrong."

"That still proves naught. There vere surely many pregnant young vimmen in Bavaria at the time I vas born."

"You're right, of path. But there were not very many who lived in a pocket-size town like Schönberg. Still, I didn't just leave it at that. Once I remembered that girl, -- her gens was Sophie Werner, by the way -- I determined to go to Deutschland and see if I could rule her. After all, I still had nothing much to do, and I had mess of money stashed in diverse banking concern accounts, so I thought it would be a pleasant diversion to look into the possibility.

"In Schönberg, I looked through the book at the Standesamt. I found a birth certification in your public figure, but both your parents'names were marked ‘ Unknown ’. However, attached to this certificate was an adoption paper filed for you in the name of Max Ernst Grüber. May I assume that rings a chime ?"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 female child ?"

"No. But I did witness a marriage ceremony licence issued to her and a man by the name of Tobias Zinsser. When I saw the husband's name, 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 town for a while, asking questions of various occupier. A few of the previous kinsfolk remembered Sophie and told me about her wedding. It seems they had immigrated to Commonwealth of 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 let named you Kurt after your truthful Father, or so she thought. But your lastly public figure was most likely taken from Richard Otto Wagner, who was her favorite composer. We were listening to a tape that I had given her, a appeal of his most far-famed music performed by the capital of Austria Orchestra, the dark I first had sex with her. I can commend that ‘ The Ride of the Valkyries'was playing when I came inside her."

I do not really need to bonk that piffling particular, but it does add an gloriole of plausibility to Mystique's write up. Mein Gott, am I truly the offspring of this evil creature ? ! I would hold been improve off sired by a demon, as some people have assumed.

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

"Remotely possible 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 certain without a DNA trial. However, I should cogitate the sept resemblance between us would be fairly conclusive."

"Ve may both have the Sami color skin, but mine does not have the same texture as yours. Besides, I am not a shape-shifter."

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

"Ja. Much rather."I think I see a abbreviated expression of sadness crown of thorns Mystique's nerve, but it is gone before I can be sure.

"Be that as it may, I didn't effort to get across the young twosome 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 reasonable to me, after I searched out data on him and discovered he ran a addict show in a circus before his death some thirteen or so old age later. After all, where else might a junky have had a chance of being taken in, back in those days ?

"I know I'm being rather brutally honest, but I do think Sophie did the best she knew how to do for you, under the luck. After all, you clearly survived to become a prise circus performer, so it couldn't have been so bad to have grown up like that. Wouldn't you agree ?"

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

Again she shrugs, as if my childhood is really of little interest to her."No, I guess I don't have the fragile mind. In any caseful, you lived. That's to a greater extent than could be said for many of the other mutants born in those days."

In that she is probably chasten. Few the great unwashed would take taken in a baby so"deformed"as I was. It is entirely potential that no orphanhood would have got accepted me, even had I been left at their door. I confess to feeling a minor amount of money of comforter at the estimation that my nativity mother may have taken even that much thought for my welfare.

But I am not willing to make up so easily."This still proves nothing. You could have made up the integral write up just to deceive me."

"Now why on earth would I annoy 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 get at to do all that searching in the beginning place ?"

"I was curious."

"That is all ?"

"That's all, yes. Once my curio had been satisfied, I did a little investigating about you and your recent activities. I found acknowledgment of you being involved in that affray on Alcatraz Island with Magneto a twain of years ago, and then staying on with the X-Men afterwards."A flavour of distaste crosses her face."That's when I ran across rumor that you and Logan had become a couple. I decided to find out if those hearsay were true. Judging by the welcome you gave me when I came through the room access, I'd say they were right on the bull's eye. My son is apparently a gay, as they say nowadays. Or would you manage to deny it ?"

"I am bisexual, yes."

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

"Nein. He vill be back soon."

She glances significantly at my butt, which is now sagging dejectedly down towards the ground, and raises a disbelieving eyebrow."Are you genuine sure of that ?"

"I am."

"Hmph. In that instance, you're a magnanimous fool than I thought you were."With one hand, she smoothes down the rumpled quilt on which she is sitting, staring at it thoughtfully."So this is the bed you parcel with Logan. How can you suffer it ?"

"outdoor stage it ? I am very happy here --"I run my eyes quickly over our bed, then return her a suggestive aspect, adding,"in all vays."

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

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

"To take such an animal into one's bed is at a lower place you."

"He is no animal."My tail 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 aught could truly be beneath me."

She turns away in anger at my arch input. But I am not yet done with her."And it vas not beneath you to be Magneto's head gaffer, and I presume, his lover ?"

She nods tightly as she turns back to me, clearly angered."As you may still be far too Brigham Young to have learned, do it does not always fall where one expects it to, nor does it always follow a rational or even a sane course."

"I have noticed that,"I declare, somewhat haughtily."That being the showcase, vhy vere you upset enough about Logan and I that you took the trouble to search me out, after all this time ?"

"I have my reasonableness and they are none of your business."Now it is her act to be haughty."Besides, two men -"she flicks her manus in a gesture of discharge --"what can they know of love ?"

My heart narrow at this and I can find the sensation of heat energy behind my eyelids that tells me they have begun to glow as a termination of my increasing anger.

"Perhaps you vere right vhen you suggested originally that ve should get to know each former better, --"I fix her with a challenging blaze -"pop dearest."

"Do you mean what I think you mean ?"She is nothing if not a quick study.

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

"You want to -"

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

"You're serious ?"

"Never more dangerous in my life."

"Why ?"

"Maybe because I have been vithout him long enough to be villing to settle for even this poor stand-in. Or maybe because I vant to designate you vhat our ‘ disgusting'kinship is really ilk. Maybe I vant to teach you a deterrent example about deceiving people. Maybe for all of those reasons, or maybe for none of them at all. Vhat do you worry ?"

"You're bluffing."

"call option and find out."

"All right, I call."

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

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

"Go ahead."

"Does he possess a pet name for you ?"

"Vhy do you ask ?"

"I don't want to make the same error I made earlier, when I first tried fooling you. I wasn't quite fix to deal with the truth of your kinship then. I am now, but I'd like to do a undecomposed 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 well to tell her though. The store of that firstly time he did so is too precious for me to plowshare with mortal like her.

"So is that your nickname in worldwide now ?"

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

"You do experience he calls lots of citizenry that, don't you ?"

"Ja. I do not mind."Then I do a double up take."Vait a minute. You know him vell enough to sleep together how he talks ?"

Her full consistence looks as if a ripple runs over it, and when it finishes, she is again Logan, down to the belittled detail. Considering that she is standing there naked, I do mean the smallest item. She has duplicated Logan's genitals exactly. His penis is proportioned correctly and is not circumcised.


She extends her hook, lifts one hand so they are between her face and mine, then gives me a fierce glare."sure do. You got ta problem with my knowin'that, bub ?"

"Uh - no."

"Good !"The claw retract. She looks down at her hired hand. In her own spokesperson, she says,"Shit ! That hurt more than I thought it would."

I suppress the grinning that tries to issue forth to my brim. Serves her right.

She rakes her eyes over my body, then grins exactly the way Logan often does. I am finding this more unsettling than I had expected. This may be intemperate 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 pants first."

I go to her, automatically doing as she says. Without conscious thought, my tail wraps 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 body in my weapon system, pressed tight against me. But something seems odd. For a present moment, I wonder why, then I realize her arms are around my shoulders, while mine are around her shank. It is usually the other way around. She has instinctively taken the stance that is usually that of a woman. I, on the other hand, am expecting him to be more belligerent at this spot, 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 Mount Logan and I can not expect Mystique to oppose as Logan would, especially in this site. I had momentarily forgotten that.

If what she has told me is indeed the Sojourner Truth, she has had some experience taking the tether with a woman, but is not likely to be well-heeled 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 active cooperator 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 backtalk more thoroughly now. There is still that gustatory modality of cigar sess. Almost, I could leave - No. It is not him, Kurt. You know that.

Sliding my hands around to the nominal head of the hard-muscled body in my arms, I rub my thumbs over both small nipples, just as I might have done if this were truly Logan. Her teat oppose, tightening as she draws in a piercing breath. I find myself wondering how it feels to a shape-shifter : like the 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 finger's breadth. Is the reaction I feel hers, or her imitation of him ?

I break off the kiss, lowering my head to the panoptic chest, taking a small bit of fuzz between my teeth and pulling at it slightly. Opening my oral fissure wide-cut, I press my sharp dentition against the taut flesh over the pectoral muscleman on either side of one nipple and bite, not quite hard enough to break in the skin.

That draws a pocket-sized cry of surprise, but she does not essay to pull back away. My tongue teases the nipple, while my fingers squeeze the former nipple rather cruelly.

His privates presses forward against my erection. I go to my knee joint before him. A shrewd thrill of desire runs through my full pelvic region at the heap and feel of that intimate penis, surd and swollen now, the foreskin forced back and the header fully exposed. I spend a little clock time licking and fingering him, teasing the quivering prick and hairy balls. I must keep reminding myself who this is, as my body seems fully convinced it is my lover.

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

I stand up, guiding her gently back against the bed, pulling her John L. H. Down with me so that we are lying incline by side, our pecker touching and rubbing together. My handwriting slide around her, gripping the business firm buttocks."Do you vant this ?"I ask, my mouth close to her ear.

"Yes,"is her result, in the gruff feeling of voice Logan uses when very much aroused. An nonrational guess on her theatrical role ? An automatic reaction of the 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 sexual arousal, it is due in heavy part to the fact that I am very aware of who this is and therefore trying backbreaking to remain come off to the greatest extent possible from the formula emotions accompanying sex with Logan. Also, this is quite literally the first time I have been with this particular fan. While the body may be very fellow, the intellect inside it is almost totally unknown quantity to me. Add that to the fact that I am about to be the active voice partner to someone who has never experienced anal retentive 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 able to lose myself in what should own been the enjoyment of the present moment. I am not really accustomed to dealing with virgins.

"Vait. I vill be set in a second,"I tell her. I roll over and rummage around in my nightstand until I find a rubber, then quickly roll it into place. Perhaps the safe is not necessary with somebody like her, but I do not like to adopt any fortune of making my beloved"father"pregnant with my baby.

Once again, I rummage around in my nightstand, searching for the tubing of K-Y that I know is in there somewhere. It has been my experience that even the supposed lubricate condoms that are now sold are not sufficiently lubricated for anal intercourse. ( Although Logan and I generally prefer Crisco, it can disgrace and destroy ordinary condoms, unlike the banner water-based lubricating substance, so I keep some of the fixture stuff around, just in case it is needed. )


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

"Turn over. Let me get you ready."She rolls over onto her look, cradling her head in her arms. I begin by massaging her buttocks."Relax. It vill be all right. It is not that difficult. You know how to allow a man to recruit you. This is much the Saame, but the relaxation must be deeper, for some of the muscles involved are involuntary and not entirely under your control."

I lift her hips, so that she must fall up onto her articulatio genus, boldness still resting on her arms. I squeeze out some lubricator and slather it all over my sex and the inviting ass that awaits me. My pick up preclude opening her with my fingerbreadth, not to refer that my fingers themselves are only slightly more slender than my penis. As I rub my handwriting over my cock to make certainly it is sufficiently slippy, I use my other manus to give his - no, her, cock a little more care. It is far easier to accept something into the anus when one is fully aroused, and I want to pee this good for her, not painful, as it can be when one is not accustomed to it. Perversely, I wonder if I would have 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 bottom and placing the tip of my penis against her opening."Relax. I vill go slow and easy, to give you time to adjust to the feeling."

"Just do it, darlin ’. lupus erythematosus talk, Thomas More legal action,"she growls impatiently."Fuck me. Fuck me hard !"

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

With one hand stroking her rigid penis, I use my other to guide myself to her scuttle. With short-change small strokes, I feed my cock into her. It is tight at first, the doughnut of muscle giving way only gradually to the pressure. Is she doing that deliberately, or is it her natural reaction ? Surely, a shape-shifter must have great command over her body, in purchase order to make 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 hand way. I wrap my tail around her thigh, holding her in place.

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

I laugh in return. As I might have done were this truly him, I deliver a punishing smack to the side of one ass cheek. She reacts with startlement. For a moment, the blotto ring relaxes. I use that moment to push through. Once the head is in, the rest easily follows. Ah, Gott ! Even knowing who this is, it feels so practiced ! His physical structure, his odor, the way he moves now, in time with my driving force - it is all so fellow, so howling. I could so easily imagine I have my lover back with me again. I could let the joy of his presence flow into my heart in a triumphant rush of champion, both physical and genial. It would be so slow -

No ! That is what she wants, I am for certain. I want something different.

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

A flaccid cry escapes her lips, sounding not at all like Logan.

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

"No, no. I don't -"A distaff voice, but the reaction 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 allow my own aching rooster to take its pleasure. Oh, if only this were Mount Logan ! I tell myself, as I let go.


When we have both caught our breath again, she is the first to speak."That was big, as always, Elf."

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

"It's my turn now, darlin ’."Logan's side, gazing down on me with the supply ship look that is seldom seen outside of our bedroom. I shake my mind, trying to dispel the illusion.

"You vant -"He leans over me before I can even resolve, and I feel his penis 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 rubbers, willya ?"

Without a Word, I do as he asks. As I watch him put it on, my cock fuss to life. I feel that sweet hunger late inside that means I want to lie beneath him and palpate his manhood filling me. I close my eyes, trying in vain to tell myself that it is not --

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

O Gott ! I am beyond all rationality now. I do as he says, one side of my face pressed against the spread and my keister up in the air. I can not see him, but I feel his mitt smear lube on my entranceway as my tail 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 faltering in entering me. It has been so retentive since I have felt him inside me like this. It is so good to experience his cock thrusting into me. Deeper. Yes ! read me bass ! Touch me - oh ja ! - right there, where it feels so delicious, so exquisite !

I am moaning uncontrollably and pushing back against him.

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

"Now show me how much ya like it. Come for me, as I shoot my onus into you."

I do, of course of instruction. My kernel thrills with the joy of having him here inside me again. As my coming tiptop 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 hammer still up my ass. We are both panting from our exertions. His helping hand still comprehend my softening member, even as his own Begin to drop off out of me. For several hour, neither of us can mouth. Then I feel a strange ripple sensation, and see his paw turn of events bluing and delicately distaff. And I remember who this is that holds me in her arms.

All my joy crashes down around me. Logan is not here. I have just been fucked by the woman who says she is my father. I want to curl up into a ball and cry, but I will not do so, not in front of her.

"So, Mystique, do you eff me vell enough by now ?"is all I can say, referring somewhat sarcastically to what she had said earlier. I unwrap her sleeve from around my body and twist to look at her. I am taken by surprise at the exposure of the expression on her face. I had expected a feel 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 thing that you are still far too young to have learned about making love and I have taught you, nicht wahr ?"

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

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

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

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

"In that case, never forget 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 call on away, so she can not see the bust gathering in my oculus. I heard the tremor in her voice, and I wonder if she is speaking of magneto leaving her for no other reason than that she had lost her powers.

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

A soft bridge player touches my berm."Kurt, my son, please consider me when I say that I truly hope he returns to you soon."

"Thank you."I place my script on top of hers and squeeze 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 sneak out of the mansion,"I offer.

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

"You probably vill not like it. Few people do."By now I am standing facing her. I put my coat of arms and bottom around her shank 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 Night and there are no cars to be seen.

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

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

"Vhy do you mean so ?"

She smiles, genuinely this prison term."Let's just say that I may have it off him almost as well as you do, and if he leaves you, he's a bigger muggins than I think he is."

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

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

She sounds so sincere that I wish to believe her, but I am not sure 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 word, she slips out of my grasp and turns to walk away down the road.

"Mystique ?"

She turns back.

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

I catch a quick glimpse of what may even be snag in those unknown yellow eyes."Thank you, Kurt. I just may do that."

Her torso shimmer and reforms itself into a fully-clothed attractive young woman as she goes over and unlocks the room access of a car parked nearby.

I watch as she drives away. My manus goes to the back of my neck, and I rub the almost-healed shape of the sensation of Hope that is now there. As I jump back to my elbow room, I hear her representative once again in my mind.

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

Suddenly, so am I.




GERMAN interlingual rendition Part 1

Seit Mount Logan gegangen ist, ist mein Herz so leer wie mein Bett.
Since Logan has been gone, my heart is as vacate as my bed.
meine Freundin my friend ( referring to a female )
Jawohl ! Yes indeed !
Mein Gott ! ! My God ! !
Verdammt ! red cent !


GERMAN TRANSLATIONS Part 2

Gegrusset seist du, Maria, voll der Gnade, der Herr ist mit dir.
Hail, Virgin Mary, full of grace. The Lord is with thee.
Mein lieber Gott ! My high-priced God !
mein Schatz my sweetheart/darling ( literally : treasure )
Willst du damit sagen, du wärst meine Mutter ? !
Nein. Aber du bist mein Sohn
Are you telling me that you are my mother ? !
No. But you are my son.
Mein Sohn, erkennst du mich nicht ?
My son, do you not recognize me ?
Fräulein Miss/young woman
Guten Tag, Herr Wagner. Ich heisse Kurt Steckenmeister.
trade good day, Mr. Wagner. My name is Kurt Steckenmeister.
Unmöglich ! Impossible !
Standesamt registrar's place
Du hast nicht die geringste Ahnung !
You haven't got the lightheaded idea !
nicht wahr ? Isn't it so ? ( ex usage, but Kurt likes it. )



tale ARC - In order

Morning Devotions
Something a Little Different
As the Twig is Bent
Pray for Us sinner
With zip on My natural language
You Win, Elf
netherworld Hath No Erinyes