This is the fourthly story of a much longer history arc, which is best read in the monastic order of the List at the end.

Translation of High German words or phrases at the end. However, I have tried to make the meaning fairly light up in context.


WITH nil ON MY TONGUE
section One : THUNDER/STORM


From Leonard Cohen's song,"Hallelujah"

Maybe I've been here before
I've seen this elbow room, I've walked this floor
I used to live alone before I knew ya
I've seen your masthead on the marble arch
Our dear is not a victory March
It's a frigid and it's a separate hallelujah.

. .. .. .. .. ..

And even though it all went wrongfulness
I'll viewpoint before the God Almighty of Song
With nothing on my spit but
Hallelujah



If you'd like to discover this song, here are my two favorite version :

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

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





I am lying on my incline in our bed, various hours before sunrise, wide awake, restless and horny. I feel the comforting warmth of Logan's body behind me, his arm draped over my hips as common. My fidgetiness must consume awakened him, as his dangling fingerbreadth begin languidly stroking my leg, moving slowly down across the top to reach the intimate aerofoil 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 gentleness as his arm tightens around me, pulling us stuffy together. I can experience his gruelling cock against my ass. He lifts my leg, propping it up set at the articulatio genus so that he can gain ground access to my possibility. I reach for the lube on my nightstand, taking a glob and smearing it over his member. Thus educate, he presses into me, spreading me unfold with a scrumptious anticipation of pleasance yet to come. I gasp as the pass slides inside me, and the rest follows, stretching me, filling me. Oh, yes ! Deeper, deeper. Touch that pin-up place that feels so good. Ah, yes. Just *there*.

Short thrusts now, pressing against my prostate gland repeatedly, gaining in urgency with every movement.

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

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

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

Again, the familiar but always astonishing sensations of orgasm race over me, drowning me in tactual sensation, as my seminal fluid spurts out of my jerking phallus and my interior convulse around the hard cock within me. Oh, Gott, if heaven feels like this, death would be a small price to pay to get there !

As the saturation of the feelings fade away, I regretfully return to reality. My left hand clutches the bag of the glass dildo up my ass, while my right helping hand is a fist around my run out penis. Mount 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 decide the counselling his life will necessitate from here on. I am supposed to be doing the same thing, deciding if I will still want to be with him when he returns, assuming he will still want me as his partner by then.

Looking down at the flannel blotch of my cum on the sheet, I know very well what my body wants. But is that the same as what I want ?

I think back to the torment days we spent together, when he told me about the horrible things he had been doing on his solitary missionary work and what he might well do again in the future. The yearn discussion we had, when I told him that I was in no way morally gross either.

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

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

Sometimes now, I wonder if I will be able to keep that promise. A part of me can not stand this waiting and wishes only to run away, be done with him, contain 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 consume it. I can only look, wondering when he will take back. And what if he never returns ? What if something has happened to him ?

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

I tend to slip by into German in times of unattackable emotion. In order of magnitude to help split up that wont, I translate it into side and repeat it."Since Mount Logan has been gone, my substance is as empty as my bed."

Oh, hitch, I remind myself. Enough self-pity. You are not the only person to be left behind to wait and worry about your devotee. Think of the spouses of soldiers all over the world, when the soldier is away in conflict, perhaps never to return. Or in the old years of sailing ships, when the wives must expect calendar month and old age for a married man who may be long drowned and dead, as far as she can roll in the hay. Do not be such a sister ! You did not invent this endless hold, and you will not be the last one to suffer through it, not by a long shot.

Mount Logan leads a dangerous life, as do all the X-Men, including yourself. The day may come when either or both of us do not return live from a missionary work. That is voice of the living you have chosen.

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

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

I get up, go to the john, take a shower, and get ready to bug out my day. And change the bed sheet on the bed yet again. I must recall to have a towel or something Handy, so I do not make such a pile next time.


Another day goes by. I teach my German language social class, bank check homework, teach simple acrobatics to the unseasoned of our students, counsel several child who seek my advice, run through my regular number in the gym, and make a walk of life outside as the sun sinks toward the west. It is unseasonably warm for this time of year, so I do not even want a coating. I eat supper without paying a lot attending to the food. I climb the step to our room without anticipation of anything but sleep.

I turn on the computer in my bailiwick. Since I started teaching utmost autumn, I have thought of taking online college course of action in instruction. Tonight I browse the internet, searching for whatever may be available along these billet. Until I have a license for teaching, the students in any class I may teach will not be able to weigh it towards their educational deferred payment, which makes their involution strictly volunteer. I find several theory for online study, but I set them aside for the hereafter.

I have also been working with our nurse practitioner to learn Thomas More about exigency medical exam care, in order than I may be better capable to cope with injuries to any of the X-Men during our delegation. Since my power are not as widely unsafe as those of nigh of my mate, I figure I can relieve oneself myself more valuable in other ways, in order to make up for that. Perhaps there are some good situation online that I could study for this purpose.

However, until I know what will materialize between Logan and me, I do not desire to construct any definite plan. If I continue here with the X-Men, I tell myself, I will get serious about pursuing all of this. Until then, my futurity is on hold.

A sudden blast of flatus strike my Scophthalmus aquosus, catching my aid. From my advantage point on the third floor, I can see the trees nearby waving back and Forth. The sun is just above the skyline, but I can take a leak out a camber of clouds far to the southwest.

I check the weather online for the local forecast. The radar shows a very magnanimous area of weighed down electric storm heading in our direction. There must be a good figurehead coming through. It is a bit early on in the class for that, since it is only May.

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

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

A breeze ruffles the papers on my desk as she hurries in. As always when I look at Storm, I think how very beautiful she is. She has been our leader and read/write head of the School ever since the Professor died. She carries that burden with grace and aplomb, not to mention trust and courage. Of all the women here, she is the one I admire the most. But tonight she has the look of an excited child.

"There's a existent nasty thunderstorm coming, and I know you've always liked watching lightning. I've seen you crouched on the cap more meter than I can remember, enjoying a storm. I just thought perhaps tonight you'd like to watch it from my room, since I have a much better view than you do, and it's still rather chilly to be away on the cap. Unless --"She hesitates, as if she is somehow uncertain of my solvent. almost unusual for her to be uncertain of anything. With a graceful gesture of her hand, she indicates my data processor."Unless you have something more authoritative to do ?"

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

Now I am sorry I am dressed so casually in faded jeans and an old sweatshirt. Surely, to drop time with such a noblewoman, I should look my near. 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 Mansion's towers. There are wide windowpane on three English, so she has a lovely thought of the surrounding expanse. Potted plants are scattered all around, some small and some rather startlingly large, reaching to the eminent ceiling. During the day, this room would be quite sunny and shining, but now it is dim and shadowed. We go to the window that faces due west, since the storm will most likely come from that direction. Yes, we can just see the aloof clouds, with now and then a diffuse flash of lightning.

As we sit down on the recollective window fundament, I ask, perhaps naively,"Could you not lay down this violent storm go avay, since it may vell induce some terms ?"

"No, not with a instinctive weather condition system this big. I can only manipulate the conditions within a fairly small local anesthetic field centering on me, not over vast space. In my new days, I tried to work more widespread tempest, but only found that I made worse trouble somewhere else by doing that."

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

I have changed paraphernalia so abruptly that tempest 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 need your license. Or someone else's permission. Or something,"I end rather lamely.

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

I nod."Exactly. Vhen I vas a child, I sometimes had the opportunity to play for hours in one of those old-fashioned tubs vith the funny claw ft. They are cryptic than most modern bathtubs. Do you make love vhat I mean ?"

"Yes, I've seen them."

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

"I'll check into it for you and let you make love for sure as shooting, 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 Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree toss in the growing piece of cake as the sky darkens. skag grumbles in the distance, in the focussing of the Titicus man-made lake, which is located to the south and west of the planetary house. If the wind stays in this focus, it will be pretty bumpy on the eastern end, especially with the way it narrows so quickly. Maybe even some implosion therapy, if the reservoir is full.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"He makes a drug abuse of disappearing for his own reasons, you know. It's nothing you've done, or failed to do. That's just the way he is."She presses the thenar of her deal briefly against my impertinence."If it's any consolation, I've always thought that the one who holds Logan the loose is the one who will contain him the longest. So far, you seem to be that one."

"I hope you are in good order, meine Freundin. Every night, I fall asleep hoping to learn his motorcycle coming down the drive. And every night I am disappointed."I have said too often now. I do not wish her to recall 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 bed 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 carry you up there with me."

"Are you life-threatening ?"

"Sure. But we might require to fag some gruelling clothing. I can call off up a sort of protective shield of calm air around us and disgust any lightning bolts that come too faithful, and even hold on almost of the rain away, but I can't provide warmth and comfortableness. Quick, go get into your uniform while I get into mine. That should be enough."

In the space of an instant, I have jumped down to my elbow room and am putting on the gravid black leather of the X-Men. When I return to tempest's aery, she is ready to go.

We look at each other with a strange sense of shyness. Of course, I have had understanding to rival her and hold her, and she me, during many of our foreign mission and at drill in the danger Room. But this is different somehow.

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

"standpoint next to me and put your arm over my shoulder. I'll hold you around the waistline. That should do it, since the cocoon of jazz around us will hold 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 comfortable position. Perhaps too comfortable, as I am very cognizant of her physical structure where it touches mine, despite the level of leather between us. Tsk, Kurt, attract yourself together. We are merely going flying, nada more. But still I feel the rebuff stirring in my inguen that precedes erection. well, so what ? My uniform will hide it from sight, if the berth - uh - arises.

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

I do, she does, and I find myself soaring westward and up towards the roiling cloud that cotton on tumultuously across the sky. They have already obliterated what is left of the sunset. Bright pennon of lightning ostentation between the cloud and the earth, as if feeling their way forward over the primer below. storm takes us towards the leading edge of the figurehead, which has already covered the far shoring of the reservoir. I am right. The water below us is stirred into sharp-edged waves, strange for the small lakes in this area, except when the wind blows along the length of those lakes, in which face the waves have time and aloofness to work up up beyond what they normally could.

But then a lightning bolt sizzles down close to us, followed instantly by the sharp fissure of roaring. I stop paying care to the man-made lake. Although I know Storm will preserve us from being struck, it is still frightening to experience such major power so close by.

Another flash, this sentence very stooped, with many small offshoot dangling from it. Lightning always fascinates me. So much danger combined with so lots beauty.

I steal a spry glance at storm's face, close beside mine. Her eye glow silver-white, as they always do when she is using her power to influence the conditions. She appears transformed, her expression rapt and concentrated. I can well trust that she could easily be worshiped as a goddess. Some of my awe in the near front of the lightning transfer of training to her, and my physical structure responds to the feel of this wonderful puppet next to me.

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

It is surprisingly inhuman up here, as Storm had said it would be. The noise of thunder, the roar of the steer, assaults my ears. I feel almost confused, dazed by the violence of my surroundings. But storm appears at home in the midst of the bedlam and confusion. And why should she not ? This is her existence, just as teleporting is mine. She has been dealing with this since she was barely more than a minor. I am almost jealous of the striking extent of her power, but I refuse to let that feeling take away origin and grow. We are all different and unequalled. What counts is how we use our departure, not what they are.

Far down below us, I catch a glimpse of a small sailing boat on the piss, trying to hold its own against the winding that seems to be driving it down towards the easterly end of the man-made lake, where the lake narrows precipitously. I watch it for a moment, trying to determine if it is in trouble or not. The boat has one mast, and looks to be about 25 ft in duration. I can vaguely ca-ca out two hoi polloi 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 to a lesser extent than its normal size, but the boat appears to be steadily losing ground. Fortunately, the reservoir, especially at this narrow end, is not so magnanimous nor so deep as to pose a life-threatening risk. At speculative, they can guide their boat close enough to shore to form it to condom themselves, even if the gravy holder is badly damaged in the process.

And then the storm abruptly changes the rule, as a streak 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 ! ! violent 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 boat, which has suddenly begun to swerve around as if no one is at the tiller. If properly grounded, the mast of a sailboat usually provides the Sami protective cover as a lightning rod. However, thing can still come about to the people onboard, especially if they are grasping any of the conducting wire sheet that keep the mast in place.

tempest's arm is tight around my waist and I am clutching her fiercely as we plummet from the sky headfirst. Through the lumbering rainwater, I struggle to name out what is happening on the deck below. One person appears to be down, lying on the floor of the small cockpit. The other kneeling next to him. No wonder no one is at the tiller.

At the last second, storm levels off and lands us on our animal foot on the wildly-plunging deck.

Rain pelts down around us as the single sheet flaps out of control condition just above our chief. A man bends over the unconscious mind consistency of a boy, shouting word of honor that can barely be heard over the bellowing of the malarkey."Lenny, Lenny ! Son, are you OK ?"

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

I am there in a 2nd, crouching opposite the man in the now-crowded cockpit. Quickly, I turn the boy onto his back, leaning forward to shield his side from the rain. He is wearing a bulky life jacket, so I do not have got to tilt his head very far to make sure his airway is assailable, as it is already lying back at an angle. For a long couple of instant, I watch for any sign of breathing gesture from his chest of drawers, also slipping a hand underneath the life crownwork to see if I can finger movement. Lenny appears to be about fourteen years old, not quite a youngster, but not quite an adult either.

The man, presumably his father, stares at me in horror, too shocked to react. goodness. I do not need to be interrupted right now. The boat is tossing violently, almost broadside-on to the waves. As tempest gets to the tiller and takes control of the weather immediately surrounding us, the helter-skelter motion smoothes out some. Nearby, the wind falls to a secure swiftness, but nothing can be done about the entry wave. The same sort of cocoon that kept the two of us dry and safe below the clouds now spreads over the boat, but it is more diffuse. much of the rain gets through despite Storm's efforts to protect us.

As well as I can limit under these weather condition, the boy is not breathing. Clamping his nose closed with my finger, I seal my mouthpiece over his and grant him two foresightful hint. Only then do I check the carotid artery in his neck for a heart rate. Yes, I can feel the calm pumping of pedigree. His ventilation may birth stopped, but his warmheartedness is still going. It is not uncommon for that to happen when struck by lightning. It is possible his heart stopped momentarily, then began to tick again on its own, as he is young and healthy. I unfasten the clips on his lifejacket then lean down and devote him another breath.

As I finish, the Padre grabs my shoulder."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 saving breathing. Your son is not breathing."

"Kurt !"violent storm's vocalization from aft."What's happening ? Do you need help ?"

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

"I can fly -"

"No clock time ! I can ‘ port him libertine !"I turn my tending to the father."You have to trust me. I can get your boy to guard and medical precaution. My friend will guide you there also, but I am going to do it right away."I give Lenny another breath, then control once again to see if his pump is still beating, which it is.

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

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

triad long startle and we are in the infirmary. I approached my limit on each jump, 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 mobilize Angelita Gutierrez, our house physician nurse practitioner, then lay Lenny down on one of the padded tabular array, giving him another breathing spell and grabbing for the atomic number 8 masquerade party and bag that hang nearby. I take a few moments for myself, leaning forward and breathing deeply several sentence, fighting off the helplessness that threatens to overwhelm me. Every instant is precious right now. I can not afford to crack. Fortunately, it does not lowest long.

By the time our suckle arrives, I have the masquerade fitted snugly over our patient's face and can transmit oxygen into his lungs simply by squeezing the bag. I have also laid out all the supply needed to bulge an IV, if requisite, and brought our cardiac monitor over alongside him.

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

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

"sweetheart heartbeat. No external respiration. Presumed lightning strike."

She pulls Lenny's shirt open and lays her stethoscope on his dresser."Confirmed. Stop bagging him for a moment. Let me agree if he's started to breathe again."

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

As apprise, I continue bagging my patient while Angelita evaluates him. The cardiac monitor lizard is now beeping regularly.

"I don't see anything wrongfulness, other than the burn mark on his handwriting and some blood on his lips."

Able now to search at the boy more closely, I notice a smutty burn on the decoration of his flop hand."If I have to claim a guess, he was touching one of the wire shrouds when the boat was hit. As for the blood --"

I lick my own lips and taste blood."That is nothing. My dentition have doubtless cut his lip. I did not have meter to be overly careful."

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

Just then, Lenny coughs weakly. I feel him suck in a breath of air. I stop squeezing the bag in order to check if he will continue his exertion. Yes, his chest advance again by itself.

Angelita and I look at each other and smile. She continues to check his body for other injuries, after stabilizing his straits with some foam arctic forms, in case there has been a cervical injury.

After perhaps 15 minutes, Lenny shows signs of returning consciousness.

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

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

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

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

As Angelita continues with her assessment, I see Lenny's eye spark over to me several times. I blade myself against the inevitable reaction to my appearance. I am so wear down of being stared at like this, so tire of the reverence and disgust that I inspire in average humans. Some of it, I realize, is my own fault. No one made me chip at designing on myself, after all. But the rest of it -- I sigh, waiting for the boy to adjudicate whether he is scared or repulsed, or both.

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

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

"Awesome ! Did you save my life ?"

"All I did vas bring you here quickly."

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

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

I take it. Nothing in the boy's face shows that he is the least bit shake up over shaking a blue, three-fingered helping hand with vicious nails and unusual scars on the back. Unglaublich ! Have all children changed this much, or is it just this one ?

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

"facial expression as if you got him here in metre,"Storm says.

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

"We were able to maneuver it into a safe topographic point in the lee of a diminished point of land. It's anchored securely, and the storm has mostly gone past now. The sire said he heard the tempest warning too late. It caught them trying to get back to where they had put in. Once the fart came up, he found it insufferable to piddle much headway against it. He was considering just heading for shore when the lightning struck. They both knew better than to touch the shrouds in a thunderstorm, but Lenny lost his balance and automatically grabbed for whatever he could turn over at just the amiss moment."

We glance over to see father and son hugging each other, while Angelita offers to summon an ambulance to take Lenny to the county hospital for promote notice."You're welcome to stay here nightlong if you wish,"she adds,"But I think you might be more well-heeled there."

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

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

Storm and I turn and start for the door.

"wait !"the beginner's voice vociferation from behind us."Mr. - uh - angleworm, 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 abashed, so I give him a subdued smile, hoping to keep my teeth out of mass. Meanwhile, Storm answers for both of us."You are very receive, sir. It was favorable we were in the right piazza at the right time."

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

As he turns back to his son's side, Storm and I head out of the infirmary. It is light that we both feel the aftereffects of the adrenaline that has been running through our veins, along with the lift up sentiency of satisfaction over how things turned out. I could do anything now ; overcome all obstacles, defeat all foes. And flow jubilantly into Logan's coat of arms, if he were only here.

Storm looks at me, and I see the aureole in her middle. My own are surely glowing as a result of all this. All of a sudden, she wraps her limb around me and plants an exuberant kiss on my lips. I tell myself it means nothing. It is only the result of the chemical substance in our pedigree, the excitement of the storm, our successful delivery. But still I react, my arm clutching her tightly in recurrence. My after part would birth wrapped around her also, except that I know that can be very disconcerting to someone who is not used to such a thing occurrence, so I will it to continue 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 care it will be incorrectly.

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

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

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

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

Her heart flicker downwards, obviously noticing the svelte bulge at the genital organ despite my tight leather drawers. The border of her wide-cut lips bend upwards in a diminished grin.

That is when it first occurs to me that Storm may want something more than just friendship. However, that persuasion filling me with panic. Surely, I must have misunderstood. Even Logan, with his gruff personal manner, could perhaps be seen as attractive. But me ? Not so. Or at least, not so often as to make me expect it.

I continue to stare at her.

"Kurt ? Say something. Please. You're not really so naïve and innocent 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 biological science division ? - protective coloration. The unfortunate truth is that most cleaning lady, and especially 1 so beautiful as you, vill not even come near me."

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

Unfortunately, her silence only makes me try to explain more and I start to blether."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 language say, horny, and villing to retrieve out vhat - theory - may be offered by strangeness. In my experience, vimmen are too frightened of me. Most of them take one tone and run away screaming. Therefore, you can not mean vhat you are saying."

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

"I always mean what I say,"is her unperturbed reply."Kurt ? Look at me."

I shake my caput, turning even further away, sure that my face must birth blushed slightly purple by now. That always results in a truly strange slew, as the mark just establish up all the more vividly. multitude usually find it quite scary. This particular person, however, does not look willing to adopt no for an response. Grabbing my shoulder joint, she pulls me around to face her.

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

"Cute ?"I reply, suddenly total of indignation."I, the Incredible Nightcrawler, am precious ? !"

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

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


We appear in her room. It is dark now, the only light source coming from the windows, where the stars are beginning to peek through the thinning clouds. Somehow, we do not look to want to let go of each other. Her lips pertain mine, gently at first and then hungrily as I return her kiss. It is gracious to have my blazon around a cleaning woman, even through the thickness of her leather uniform. Her mouthpiece is sonant and sweet-scented, not surrounded by midst stubble. Her eyes are closed, her promontory tilted slightly back. Our spit take turns searching each other's unfamiliar mouths. For so prospicient 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 consistency, and he to mine. This is different, that is all. Not better, not worse, just not the same.

violent storm breaks off first.

"Damn, your tooth are sharp,"she remarks as she lights a couple of cd to brighten our milieu a little.

"I am no-count. Did I hurt you ? I did not have in mind -"

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

"Uh - violent storm, I do not wear out very much underneath -"

She is in figurehead of me again, already pulling down the slide fastener of her black jacket."Of course not. None of us do. Too hot."

She pulls it off, revealing her ample tit covered only by a T-shirt. Then she starts working on her pants."ejaculate 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 crownwork and left it in the infirmary. In a moment, she is standing there in t-shirt and underclothes, watching me expectantly. In another few moments, we are both equally exposed, but her bulges are beneath her t-shirt, while mine is behind the fly of my briefs.

Running a finger down the social movement of my rain-and-sweat-soaked T-shirt, she says,"bettor, but still too wet,"grabbing the bottom and pulling the shirt up and over my school principal. Then she stands there, regarding me mischievously.

Thus challenged, I lift her shirt over her head also, revealing her white meat and small tight mamilla. Stepping closer to her, I run my fingers gently over her cotton underclothes and between her leg."Still too wet,"I decide, beginning to draw the panties down her thigh, giving her enough time to contain me if I have gone too far.

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

All right, let us get this over with, I tell myself as I stand still for her inspection, turning slightly so that the light from one of the taper falls on me. She will either remove one feel and turn her heart away or - or what ? Few women have ever done anything beyond the first selection already mentioned. Maybe this woman will be the exception.

Storm break up my thoughts at that point, her eyes 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 realise what the resolution has to be.

"I think that's beautiful,"she finally concludes, as a all-encompassing grin facing pages over her face."It matches the rest of your body. But how did you manage to do this in such a sensitive region ?"

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

"Kurt, I'm serious."

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

"It must have hurt like hell."

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

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

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

"So what's the problem ?"

"No actual job. It is just that I am alvays somevhat nervous vhen someone first sees me naked. I have had some very bad reactions to the scars, as you can probably imagine, and the anticipation of such a matter often dampens my ardor. Not to vorry. I vill recover."

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

"Ja."

She takes my hand and drag me over to the prospicient padded window posterior beneath one of the wide windowpane, where we sit down beside each former.

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

"Not really. We're so high 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 heart of the nighttime. With only a few candles burning, no one can see anything anyway."

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

A frightful 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 Mount Logan being away so long. I give her breast a gentle candy kiss and sit back away from her a bit.

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

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

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

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

Before I can get to wonder if I have insulted her, she touches my cheek, 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 building in capital of Massachusetts. I almost approached you a couple of meter after base Lake, but you left so soon I never found a chance."

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

She nods her discernment."After you came back with us from the battle 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 tactual sensation 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 bulwark and adds significantly,"in the mood."

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

"I know. Otherwise I would not be doing this."Taking her breasts 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 refuse. I take her shoulders and lay her back on the buns, following her toss off and accepting her oblation with my lips.

I have always enjoyed sucking on a woman's chest, kissing the legato skin, grazing the teat with soft clout of my knife, then taking each one in turn into my mouth, playing with the severe bit of tightened build of the nipple. I loved it as a child, and it is one of the entirely pleasant memories, confused to any pain.

I want to suck up greedily, to make the milk catamenia, but I know that will not go on, so I take it slow, easing off if she seems to establish soreness. While I work on one mamilla, I touch the other gently with my finger's breadth, as I did when a child, anticipating the fourth dimension when I would have the other also. Left to myself, I can do this for quite a long fourth dimension, but I know by her shudder of response and the small apparent movement of her body that she wants and needs more.

Usually, I will keep my tail out of the action entirely, since it can easily freak out non-tailed people, human and mutant alike. Although they can ascertain to become habitual to it, as Logan has, it takes time. However, this is violent storm, and she is not, as she recently reminded me,"most vimmen “, so I will see what happens.

As I continue to soak up her breasts, my behind curl around between us and lies with the flat end gently pressed to that clinical depression between the dispirited ribs. storm twitches slightly at the sensation. Probably she has opened her eyes to confirm what she feels. Slowly, I let it glide down toward her sex, the wide part first. Her body tenses, but she does not move or protest.

I keep going. By now she has opened her legs and turn them at the knees. The rest of my buttocks arranges itself so that it lies coming up between her legs as the end covers her vulva. With a slight leaning of her hips, she presses against it, as a woman does to pay for a penis to enter her. But I will not do that with the wide-cut end of my hindquarters. It is far too skeletal and stiffly, even if I try to swan it up as much as possible, to be well-heeled inside a char's dead body. However, the very end can twitch very quickly against her clit, while the rest relocation against the entry to her vagina in a style I have found to be very pleasing to many women.

In this case, it turns out that violent storm is not so dissimilar from early women than she thinks. Before very long, my tail is wet from her secretions and I know she is ready for more.

Although I have had far Thomas More experience with men than I have with women, that does not mean I do not love the things that a char can enjoy, as a great deal or sometimes Thomas More, than actual incursion. Yes, I must thank Herr Grüber for that noesis also, although I hate to intromit it.

My backtalk releases her breast and follows the trail down her dead body that was so recently blazed by my more adventuresome tail, eventually displacing my buns and taking its space between her legs.

From what I have seen, there is more variation between fair sex's privates than there is in men's. Some part that are almost non-existent in some adult female are far magnanimous and more exaggerated in others. Some are silky and dewy-eyed, while others are convoluted and coordination compound, like exotic flower. Of course, the canonical general anatomy is always there, but there are many to a greater extent variations on the theme than one normally finds in men.

The only commonality among women is that they are all beautiful in their own way, especially when they are engorged and wet, clutching at whatever they can grasp and get inside. They can taste and smell out different, but again, it is a variation on the Saame basic paper, assuming the woman is not dirty or diseased, in which type there are other agent involved, as there would be with men under the Sami conditions.

Men may react very differently to the tastes and perfume of a cleaning woman's body, but so do women also react to men, if they happen to be in the Lapplander attitude with their brass in a man's genitalia. We are all physical beings and such matter are part of sex. If you are aroused and excited by the woman's body, all of the smells and such can be quite pleasant-tasting to relish, just as a man's may be.

I take my clip savoring violent storm, enjoying her flabby cries and moan, the way she thrusts herself against my eager sass, the quivering spasms that I could feel quite readily with my tongue, the way her finger's breadth curl into my fuzz, holding me to her. My hands stroke their way up her organic structure, my formidable fingernails only lightly touching here and there. Her thorax arches upwards as I reach her breasts, her muscles taut and hard beneath silky smooth peel. I knead her straining titty gently, then harder as she gives grounds of enjoying the increased pressure. I take each teat between my fingers, squeezing alternately one and then the other, then pulling on them carefully together. Her vagina reaches out for me, and I thrust my tongue inside as far as I can. Opening my mouth wider, I draw in as much of her as I can, sucking now lightly then harder on her chess opening, running my tongue over the heavy nub of her clit as I do so.

Her consistency turns stiff and trembling. She cries out, and I know she is coming, as I can feel her spasms against my knife and lips. As she relaxes, I release her, my natural language lapping with retentive slow strokes over her total 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 fourth dimension I have vished that I could roll in the hay that, but such a matter 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 care is to be inside you. I have not felt myself held vithin a voman's body in a retentive time."

"Is it that unlike ?"

"In some vays, yes."

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

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

"work 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 stimulate 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. Mount Logan and I do not postulate them, because he heals from any disease almost as fast as he is infected vith it, and so he has nothing I could catch, nor could he catch 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 beautify bowl from one of the many shelf on the wall and brings it over to me."Here. Take your choice."

The trough is total of safe in sort out marque and vogue. As soon as I get over my surprisal, I run my fingers through the mat slight software system to see what is there.

"Mein Gott ! I did not know they also come in colours ! Look, there is even one in blueness !"

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

Of course of instruction, I must pick out a blue angel one, if only to see how well it matches the gloss of my skin.

I open the software system and roll the rubber onto my stiffly member. When I look up, I find Storm smile at me."Congratulations,"she says cheerily."You passed the condom test."

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

"You got me there."She thinks about it for a moment."I guess it would be considered more than of a practical run than anything else. All I mean is that you automatically assumed responsibility for protecting both of us from unwanted aftermath, rather than waiting for me to say something. I always wait until the last minute with possible new sex partner, just to find out if they'll come up with the estimate before I have to tell them. Too many men would rather just ignore such possible action, or worse, scraps when I suggest it."She grins."I like to make sure as shooting my devotee have a nous on their shoulder, not just on their cocks."

"My female parent taught me it vas my duty as a valet to conceive such things."Although I fail to cite what I have experienced during my early childhood, I am telling the the true. Margali Szardos, who took me into her family back when I was hired by the carnival in my other teenager, taught me many things that Herr Grüber never thought to distinguish me. I have always considered her to be my dependable mother, since I was apparently abandoned at birth by my natural mother.

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

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

"My future move before straddling you would cause been to get up and offer you the bowl. birthing control is within the ability of any char to cater for herself, as of trend I have already done. However, disease trade 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 seat again. Placing one genu beside me, Storm swings the other leg up and over so that she is straddling my crotch.

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

„ Oh, ja !"I agree, with a precarious inlet of hint as I feel that lovely flaccid warmth envelop me entirely. There is no significant tightness at her opening, as there would be with anal retentive intercourse.

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

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

With a hand on either face of her pelvis, I help her ride my beam of light. I can find something press against the tip of my penis at the end of each downstroke, perhaps her cervix or the back bulwark of her vagina. Such a matter does not pass off with men.

It has been a long fourth dimension since someone rode me like this. Logan, of line, is far too sullen to straddle my 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 prick is inside a wonderful and desirable woman !

I open my eyes and smile at tempest. She is intent on what she is doing and barely notices me. I shift my hands to demand detainment of her breasts, squeezing them in meter with her own apparent movement, at first off gently but then harder, as she reacts to my touch with a moan and an increment in speed. 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 groove between her heaving white meat 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, mouth slightly open. Whether on the case of a man or a woman, I know that look. She is also close. The tight wetness of her vagina slides against my member, holding it even tighter now as she nears orgasm. As I too feel the insistence building inside me, our drive become faster, severe, more urgent.

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

"Storm, I can not -"

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

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

tempest is still trying. All in good order, maybe I can ride out hard just a slight longer. Just a little more. I do not always mislay my erecting immediately, as some men do. Maybe there will be adequate time, if I can boost her a little. I flip my tail end up behind her, angling the tip downwards so that the bony upper surface printing press against her lower back hard enough to keep it in contact with her even though she is moving rapidly now. Carefully, I curl the edges together and slide it down, parting her fundament slightly as I do so. She twitches in surprise, but does not pluck away or break her round. Good ; I have not frightened her. In fact, it appears I have excited her further, as her vagina tightens even harder around my flagging hammer. Thus encouraged, my tail continues its downwardly advancement until it touches her anus, just wriggling slightly, clearly not threatening entryway but merely rubbing against the outside of that tender region.


With a soft cry that almost sounds amazed at the sheer magnitude of her pleasure, she lowers herself entirely down onto me, forcing me recondite interior. Her vagina contracts in those hard fast spasms, squeezing out a few last drops of my semen as one final thrill of pleasance runs through me."Ah ! Gott !"

Then she relaxes and sags forward onto me. I wrap my implements of war around her and taste the slight weight of her torso pressing down on me, her breasts flattening against my pit breast, mamilla still prominent 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 Theodore Harold White hair, I reply,"I learned long ago how to delight a cleaning woman. 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 buss my back talk lightly."As another locution goes,'Thanks. I needed that ’."

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

She kisses me again, harder this fourth dimension. One deal reaches behind my neck opening, pulling me up to her. I feel a digit encounter that nasty office where William Strycker's mind-control drug was administered. It is still a bill scar of raised and roughened skin that will never mend. Her hand seems to flinch at the speck, and so do I. She removes her lips from mine and just lie down, resting her head on my chest. For several lovely minutes, we remain that way.

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

"tempest, 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 backbone of my neck to indicate what she has just recently touched."Unlike the rest of my cicatrice, this is not something I vish to remember. I am thinking I vould like to turn it into something else. But I can not get through 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 exchange it into ?"

"I vish it to be a Moravian Star."

"I'm not comrade with that."

"It is a maven vith many points. There are many versions, vith varying act of points. I can evidence you a depiction on my computer. It vould be fairly easy. The scar is already roughly circular, so it is just a matter of adding the points. However, it vould exact a very delicate touch, since the area is quite small."

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

I nod."The Moravian Star has many version. It has been considered a symbolic representation of the promise of Deliverer's parturition into the vorld and his ongoing mien vith us. Alternately, the rays symbolize the greatness of God, the sensation vhich led the bench vise Men to the Christ nipper, and the Jehovah Star, Christ Himself. One of the simplest explanations is that it represents the star of hope, the star of fulfilment, and the star of hope."

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

Emotion sweeps over me, so unattackable that I wish I could turn away from her so she can not see my facial expression. Storm understands why I do this affair with the scars. Such understanding from another person is so very rarefied. I am almost unable to answer.

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

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

"If you had told me you wanted it done to prompt you of your failure to resist Stryker's programming, I would have refused. But to exchange this into something that signifies hope and have a go at it - yes, that I will do gladly."

"Thank you."I turn to her, trying to hold back the tears that come to my eyes, for they are bust of joy and I would not ingest 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 subject, landing us gently in front of my computer.

"All right, I'll need a figure to shape from."

"Just a minute and I'll take out up a picture for you."

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

We are both still austere naked, but this does not seem to bother violent storm in the least. She is all business now, leaning over my berm and studying the range of a function. Eventually she concludes,"It's really supposed to be three dimensional."

I nod.

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

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

"Especially if I have to make it small."

"This is not sounding aspirant,"I reply.

"Depends on how finicky you want to be about it."She goes back to studying the computer image."I can name a star with a lot of points, as long as you don't head 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 compass rose, but it can be considered a hotshot with quite a expectant bit of points."

"Oh, ja ! I have seen that before. It appears on mathematical function and on old-hat orbit. That vould be, as you say, close enough for government 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 permutation that turns on my printer and make her a transcript of each image.

"come into the chamber. It vill be easy if I lie on the bed face down."

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

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

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


I set everything in forwardness. The reading luminance clipped onto the headboard of the bed will render a very bright light. I have a brace of pillows ready to use and I have covered them with an old towel to protect them from any blood. My packet boat 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 foresighted way from the despairing tike who used the power point of a subcutaneous needle and a bottleful of inebriant for my first invention.

I lie down on my back to wait for storm and to conceive over what I am doing.

In my entire life, I have never asked someone else to do this for me. It has always been done by my own hand. Still, it can not be all that dissimilar, and the end event will be the same. This is only a very small cicatrix, after all.

Small in size perhaps, I remind myself, but big in signification : a symbol of promise, not of sin. A symbolization carved from one of the most awful meter in my life. I had fought the drug, fought the conditioning and brainwashing that preceded it, but in the end it had been to no help. If not for a lucky snapshot from one of his security system hoi polloi, I would have killed the President of the United nation, and by doing so, would probably feature started a major confrontation between mutant and non-mutant in this country, if not the intact world.

While I do not truly call back all the details of my attack on the President, I have watched the recordings from the security cameras many prison term. I - who had hoped never again to take up a human life after what I had done to Herr Grüber - had nevertheless been turned into a killer and a weapon to be used against my own kind. I do not think I will ever quite get over that, although I realize it was not my choice and therefore I am not truly hangdog. Yet still, it fills my mind with horror, for it had been my eubstance that had done such legal injury, and my helping hand that had held the tongue. I will never blank out the expression on my face just before I struck, as recorded by the tv camera. It lurks in my nightmares even now.

I hear the door to my subject field click open and then closed. Storm stands next to the bed.

"Kurt ? You make ?"

I turn over on my nerve, pulling the pillows beneath my chest so that my fountainhead can hang forward somewhat, leaving my cervix in a good spatial relation so that the peel is stretched enough to be well-off to run on but not too taut.

"I am now."

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

"Ja."

As she golf stroke a leg over me and settles her exercising weight on my low-toned back, I can finger the wetness of her crotch and the slight tickle of her pubic fuzz just a short length above the home of my tooshie. She is still naked, as am I. Good. This is somehow veracious. There should be nada between us.

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

I wait to sense the first touch of the scalpel. As I expect, it is not very painful at all. Indeed, almost of the cuts that are needed are so modest they are more like pinpricks. And my cervix is not nearly as sensitive as other parts of my body. And yet even this little pain is purifying, as if a great cargo is being lifted from my soul. I allow myself a little sigh. tempest's touch is so measured, so ticklish now, even though these are the same manus that have pulled the lightning from the skies and wielded it as a weapon. How very blessed I am to feel her touch !

A petite rivulet of blood tickles its way down one English of my neck.

"You doing OK ?"she asks softly.

"Ja. Compared to my former scratch, 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 helping hand that was not my own. It is now being changed by another hand than mine, a hand that belongs to person who means a lot to me.

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

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







WITH NOTHING ON MY lingua

Part 2 : daddy DEAREST



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

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

"Mein lieber Gott, once to a greater extent I beg of You to forgive Logan for those matter 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 gist that others are not able to shoulder, and does what he thinks want to be done. I know some of those things are evil. Please, please, I beg Your clemency upon him ! He is a thoroughly, variety, loving man, who fights a battle within his someone that no man should give birth to stick out.

"In Your infinite compassion and sympathy, do not condemn him for those mean things, but remember only the good. Help him to exult in the struggle he wages to be a man, not an furious animal.

"I am not for certain why I am even saying all this, as You surely know it already, as You know all matter. But there is aught I can do now except pray for him, and so I will. I do not consider that You act miraculously in this world as the result of someone's asking, however heartfelt and fervent it may be. I am not even surely anymore that You care or that You even hear our entreaty, but if You do, watch over him and lead him someday to the way of life of righteousness and compassion.

"In the Name of the Padre, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. Amen."

Do I do this only because it comforts me ? I no longer fuck. All I know is this is what I feel to do, so I will implore the Holy One to withdraw care of the man I love, whether He hears me or ignores me. I will invoke the Virgo Blessed Virgin as a symbolization of God's undying love for His children. I will itemize the old rule because they calm and truelove me, and say things I hope, but do not make love, are true. For if I believe in anything, it is that making love is all we have and all we can hope for. Without it, we are lost. Once I would have got said that God can only Love, but now I am no longer so sure even of that. Now I will only say that I hope God, whatever God truly is, is only capable of Love, for all of humanity is badly in need of it.

So I will pray and trust there is Something out there that hears me. And I will trust that our animation have substance, although I can not take to know what that meaning is. For right now, Logan is my only meaning and his paying back my bully hope.

For yet another night, I set aside my rosary and curl up in the midsection of our bed to try to strike asleep. A sound half-hour later, I have almost succeeded when I hear the curl suction stop subject on the doorway that leads out to the hallway.

"Hey, darlin ’, are you awake ?"

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

He flicks on the spark, standing there in the doorway with a corrupt grinning on his typeface. Dropping his duffel bag to the floor, he turns briefly to close up and lock the threshold, then turns back, holding out his weaponry to me. I am on him in one fast bounce, my naked torso plastered against him, one of my legs and my seat encircling his waist, my weapons system around his shoulder and neck, my mouth pressed to his. Oddly, I feel him distribute backwards at the impact. Granted, I am a bit taller than he is, but I am not all that arduous. He has never done that before, and I have jumped onto him like this many times. Usually he just braces himself a petty. But that does not count now. He is in my weapons system and I can sense his erection beneath his jeans.

As we kiss, he takes a few stair forward and plunge us both onto the bed. I start unzipping his leather jacket, wanting him so badly that I can hardly wait to own him naked.

"Oh Gott, mein Schatz, it has been such a foresightful time ! I missed you so much !"I am babbling as I continue to draw out off his cap. My orison has been answered. He is here, good and sound, 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 cause him inside me.

"Whoa, Kurt, slacken down a little. render me a fortune to catch my breath."

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

He looks at me and smiling again, in a way I have never seen him smile. Too passive, too glad."Umm. That feels smashing. I love you so much, my unfermented boy."

The vocalisation is rectify, but the wrangle are wrong."I love you"is seldom part of our conversations, especially not coming from him. And he never calls me his"sweet boy ”. What can have happened to defecate him act this way ?

He leans in to buss me. His mouth tastes faintly of cigar skunk, he smells as he should if he has not bathed recently, but when his top lip connects with the tip of one of my abrupt teeth, he winces as if the modest infliction surprise him.

Um - no. I can no longer refuse it. Something is just not - right field.

"My beloved,"I reply lightly."I love you too. It has been so long."Not a tincture of discomfort with this variety of talk crosses his nerve. He reaches down for my stopcock, taking it gently. I feel his digit react slightly when they encounter the scrape along the top of my ray of light and that gives me an mind."dear, remember how we talked about that scar just before you left ?"I ask sweetly."Do you remember what I told you it meant ? What sin it stands for ?"

The helping hand stops stroking me for a second, then begins again."Of row I remember. It was Lust, wasn't it ?"

"Ja. Vhat else could it be ?"Languidly, I run my fingerbreadth over the blueprint that covers my modest 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 have in mind, not Logan ?"

"In all the time ve have been together, he has never once directly said ‘ I love you'to me. And you have answered wrongfulness 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. Come here, darling, and let me hump you."He fumbles with his belted ammunition and the slide fastener on his jeans, without the slowly familiarity I would expect from a man trying to free his erection.

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

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

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

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

"By having sex vith me ? !"

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

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

Instead of an answer, she asks me another query."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 base Lake, I began wondering if you might possibly be related to me, since there are certain resemblances."

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

"True, in and of itself, it doesn't. It was only later on, after I lost my powers by trying to maintain magnetoelectric machine from being hit with a dart and he cast me aside so heartlessly that I resolved never to become Byzantine with him again, that I started to believe about you once more. Later, when the so-called therapeutic proved to be only temporary, my exponent returned and I was eventually able to escape from prison. With nothing better to worry my metre, I did a petty enquiry on you and discovered you were originally from the town of Schönberg.

"I thought back over my life-time, recalling a prison term I myself had been in Bavaria, trying to cipher out if I had been there around the meter of your birth. It turned out that I had indeed spent several years 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 interpret I am asking if she means she is my mother, and thus perhaps support or confute her claim to have spent a substantial 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 bewildered by now that I can not mean at all, in German or in English.

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

Before I can reply, she transforms before my eyes into an attractive youth char with braided blond hair who looks perhaps twenty year of age. She wears a bright blue dirndl covered with a livid apron. Her smile is open and honest, her optic sparkling with vivacity as she holds her hands out to me and says with a definite Bavarian accent,"Mein Sohn, erkennst du mich nicht ?"

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


Then the lovely immature young woman smiles wickedly and says in Mystique's own voice,"Kurt Wagner, I'd like you to get together your father."

She morphs into a young man with bright red whisker, dressed in a traditional German outfit, complete with embroidered Lederhosen, waistcoat, 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 picture transforms itself once again into Mystique. She sits back down on the side of meat of the bed.

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

I ignore her jest."You can transfer your SHAPE, of course, but to father a child ? No, I vill not conceive you."

"Back then, I wasn't certainly myself if I could do it. So I decided to try an experiment. While I was living in Deutschland, I deliberately seduced a number of Cy Young adult female into having sex with me, then checked on the upshot. Nothing happened with any of my experimental subjects. However, one of them disappeared abruptly and I couldn't locate her, although I'll confess I never tried too hard to cross her down. She was the shoemaker's last one I had bedded, and none of the others had become pregnant, so I figured it was a good bet she wasn't either."She gives a little shrug."Apparently, I was wrong."

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

"You're rectify, of line. But there were not very many who lived in a small town like Schönberg. Still, I didn't just pull up stakes it at that. Once I remembered that girl, -- her gens was Sophie Werner, by the way -- I determined to go to Germany and see if I could determine her. After all, I still had nil much to do, and I had mickle of money stashed in various coin bank accounts, so I thought it would be a pleasant diversion to investigate the possibility.

"In Schönberg, I looked through the records at the Standesamt. I found a nascence certificate in your name, but both your parents'names were marked ‘ terra incognita ’. However, attached to this certificate was an adoption composition filed for you in the name of Max Ernst Grüber. May I assume that rings a Alexander Bell ?"She gives me a saccharine-sweet false smiling, as if mocking me with that question.

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

"No. But I did find a man and wife license issued to her and a man by the figure 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 dubiousness of various residents. A few of the honest-to-goodness folks remembered Sophie and told me about her marriage. It seems they had immigrated to Australia not long after the marriage, doubtless wanting to commence a new lifespan together after she had had the sister and they had disposed of it.

"By the way, she may let named you Kurt after your true Father-God, or so she thought. But your hold up epithet was most likely taken from Richard Wagner, who was her favorite composer. We were listening to a tape recording that I had given her, a appeal of his most famed music performed by the Vienna Orchestra, the night I first had sex with her. I can remember that ‘ The Ride of the Valkyries'was playing when I came inside her."

I do not really take to know that little detail, but it does add an aura of plausibleness to Mystique's story. Mein Gott, am I truly the materialization of this evil animal ? ! I would have been adept off sired by a demon, as some citizenry have assumed.

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

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

"Ve may both have the Saame 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 mutant as I am. Since it's known that the X cistron is passed down by the father, it would appear more likely that it came from me, rather than Tobias Zinsser. What's the affair, Kurt ? Would you rather believe we aren't related ?"

"Ja. a good deal rather."I think I see a abbreviated expression of sorrow mark Mystique's face, but it is gone before I can be sure.

"Be that as it may, I didn't try to tag 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 information on him and discovered he ran a freak show in a circus before his death some long dozen or so age later. After all, where else might a freak have had a chance of being taken in, back in those Clarence Shepard Day Jr. ?

"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 circumstances. After all, you clearly survived to become a observe 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 puerility is really of little interest to her."No, I guess I don't have the slender estimate. In any suit, you lived. That's more than could be said for many of the other sport born in those days."

In that she is probably make up. Few people would birth taken in a sister so"deformed"as I was. It is entirely possible that no orphanage would have accepted me, even had I been left at their threshold. I confess to feeling a small quantity of comfort at the estimate that my birth mother may birth taken even that much thought for my wellbeing.

But I am not willing to open up so easily."This still proves nil. You could accept made up the entire story just to betray me."

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

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

"I was curious."

"That is all ?"

"That's all, yes. Once my curiosity had been satisfied, I did a little investigating about you and your recent body process. I found mention of you being involved in that fracas on Alcatraz Island with magnetoelectric machine a twain of years ago, and then staying on with the X-Men afterwards."A looking at of distaste crosses her face."That's when I ran across rumour that you and Logan had become a couple. I decided to find out if those rumors were true. Judging by the welcome you gave me when I came through the door, I'd say they were right on the mark. My son is apparently a homo, as they say nowadays. Or would you care 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 late months. What's the matter ? Did your feral beau desert you ?"

"Nein. He vill be back soon."

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

"I am."

"Hmph. In that caseful, you're a full-grown saphead 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 share with Logan. How can you stand it ?"

"Stand it ? I am very felicitous here --"I run my eyes quickly over our bed, then give way her a suggestive look, adding,"in all vays."

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

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

"To hire such an brute into one's bed is beneath you."

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

"Because you are my son !"

"Based only on that, I vould conclude that nothing could truly be beneath me."

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

She nods tightly as she turns back to me, clearly angered."As you may still be far too young to throw learned, enjoy does not always make out where one expects it to, nor does it always follow a rational or even a reasonable course."

"I have noticed that,"I declare, somewhat haughtily."That being the casing, vhy vere you upset decent about Logan and I that you took the bother to try me out, after all this clock time ?"

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

My centre narrow at this and I can experience the sense impression of heat behind my lid that tells me they have begun to glow as a result of my increasing anger.

"Perhaps you vere right vhen you suggested in the first place that ve should get to recognize each other better, --"I fix her with a challenging public eye -"Daddy dearest."

"Do you mean what I think you think ?"She is nothing if not a quickly 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 make you sense vhat two men do, vhen they love each other."

"You're serious ?"

"Never more serious in my life."

"Why ?"

"Maybe because I have been vithout him long enough to be villing to settle for even this poor backup. Or maybe because I vant to usher you vhat our ‘ disgusting'relationship is really like. Maybe I vant to instruct you a lesson about deceiving people. Maybe for all of those reasons, or maybe for none of them at all. Vhat do you handle ?"

"You're bluffing."

"birdcall and find out."

"All right, I call."

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

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

"Go ahead."

"Does he have a pet gens for you ?"

"Vhy do you ask ?"

"I don't want to make the Saame fault I made earlier, when I first tried fooling you. I wasn't quite prepared to deal with the truth of your human relationship then. I am now, but I'd like to do a better job of imitating him, if we're going to dally 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 bid to tell her though. The memory of that first clip he did so is too precious for me to contribution with someone like her.

"So is that your nickname in general now ?"

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

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

"Ja. I do not mind."Then I do a duplicate proceeds."Vait a instant. You know him vell enough to jazz how he talks ?"

Her entire body looks as if a ripple runs over it, and when it finishes, she is again Logan, down to the lowly detail. Considering that she is standing there naked, I do think the pocket-sized detail. She has duplicated Mount Logan's genitals exactly. His penis is proportioned correctly and is not circumcised.


She extends her claws, lifts one manus so they are between her face and mine, then gives me a fierce glower."surely do. You got ta trouble with my knowin'that, bub ?"

"Uh - no."

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

I suppress the smile that tries to hail to my lips. Serves her right.

She rakes her eyes over my eubstance, then grins exactly the way Logan often does. I am finding this more faze than I had expected. This may be heavy 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 view, my backside wraps tightly around her waist, pulling her to me. We kiss, tentatively at offset, but quickly becoming more passionate.

As we embrace, I feel the familiar body in my arms, pressed tight against me. But something seems odd. For a instant, I wonder why, then I realize her arms are around my articulatio humeri, while mine are around her waist. It is usually the early way around. She has instinctively taken the posture that is usually that of a woman. I, on the former hand, am expecting him to be more fast-growing at this power point, as is common 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 await Mystique to respond as Logan would, especially in this situation. I had momentarily forgotten that.

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

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

Sliding my hands around to the front of the hard-muscled body in my arms, I rub my thumbs over both pocket-sized mamilla, just as I might possess done if this were truly Logan. Her nipple react, tightening as she draws in a astute breath. I find myself wondering how it feels to a shape-shifter : like the consistence she is in, or like it would palpate if her own body were touched ? I pinch the nipples hard, as Logan likes me to, rolling them roughly between my finger's breadth. Is the reaction I feel hers, or her caricature of him ?

I break off the kiss, lowering my head to the extensive chest, taking a small bit of pilus between my teeth and pulling at it slightly. Opening my lip wide of the mark, I press my sharp teeth against the taut material body over the pectoral muscle muscles on either side of one teat and bite, not quite knockout enough to intermit the skin.

That draws a pocket-size cry of surprisal, but she does not essay to depict away. My tongue teases the nipple, while my fingers squeeze the other nipple rather cruelly.

His genitalia presses forward against my erection. I go to my knees before him. A sharp thrill of desire runs through my entire pelvic field at the deal and tactile property of that familiar phallus, operose and egotistical now, the prepuce forced back and the school principal fully exposed. I spend a little clip licking and fingering him, teasing the quivering stopcock and hairy balls. I must keep reminding myself who this is, as my body seems fully convinced it is my lover.

My own cock aches for release, but I do not want 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 down with me so that we are lying side by side, our cocks touching and rubbing together. My work force slide around her, gripping the house buttocks."Do you vant this ?"I ask, my oral fissure close to her ear.

"Yes,"is her solution, in the gruff tone of voice Logan uses when very much aroused. An visceral supposition on her part ? 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 metre of fairly in high spirits sexual arousal, it is due in large part to the fact that I am very aware of who this is and therefore trying voiceless to persist uncaring to the greatest extent possible from the rule emotions accompanying sex with Logan. Also, this is quite literally the inaugural fourth dimension I have been with this picky lover. While the organic structure may be very intimate, the mind inside it is almost totally nameless to me. Add that to the fact that I am about to be the dynamic partner to someone who has never experienced anal sexual relation 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 have been the enjoyment of the second. I am not really accustomed to dealing with virgins.

"Vait. I vill be ready in a min,"I tell her. I roll over and rummage around in my nightstand until I find a condom, then quickly wander it into place. Perhaps the condom is not essential with someone like her, but I do not wish to look at any chance of making my devout"Father-God"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 so-called greased safety that are now sold are not sufficiently lubricated for anal intercourse. ( Although Logan and I generally prefer Crisco, it can degrade and demolish average safety, unlike the standard water-based lube, so I keep some of the regular stuff around, just in showcase it is needed. )


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

"number over. Let me get you ready."She rolls over onto her face, cradling her head in her arms. I begin by massaging her tail."Relax. It vill be all rightfield. It is not that difficult. You know how to allow a man to enrol you. This is much the same, but the relaxation must be bass, for some of the muscles involved are nonvoluntary and not entirely under your control."

I lift her hips, so that she must come up onto her knee, face 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 nails preclude opening her with my finger, not to mention that my finger themselves are only slightly more slender than my member. As I rub my mitt over my rooster to attain surely it is sufficiently slippy, I use my other handwriting to make his - no, her, cock a little Sir Thomas More attention. It is far easier to accept something into the anus when one is fully aroused, and I want to piss this proficient for her, not dreadful, 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 honest ego, instead of pretending to be Logan.

I kneel behind her, spreading the powerful buttocks and placing the tip of my phallus against her opening."Relax. I vill go slack and well-off, to give you time to adjust to the feeling."

"Just do it, darlin ’. Less lecture, more action,"she growls impatiently."Fuck me. nookie me intemperately !"

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 mother, vhen first you took her."

With one script stroking her rigid member, I use my former to channelise myself to her curtain raising. With short pocket-sized solidus, I feed my hammer into her. It is tight at first, the ring of muscle giving way only gradually to the pressure sensation. Is she doing that deliberately, or is it her natural response ? Surely, a shape-shifter must possess not bad control over her eubstance, in order to crap it into whatever she wishes. Is she testing me, challenging me, in this manner ? Daring me to push her ?

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

"What's the subject, Elf ?"she taunts."Can't get it in ? Want me ta display 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 operose smack to the side of one ass cheek. She reacts with startlement. For a moment, the tight closed chain relaxes. I use that import to push through. Once the header is in, the rest easily follows. Ah, Gott ! Even knowing who this is, it feels so goodness ! His eubstance, his scent, the way he moves now, in time with my push - it is all so conversant, so wonderful. 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 spate of sensation, both forcible and genial. It would be so easy -

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

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

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

Again. Again. Again. My fingers 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 cock to take its delight. Oh, if only this were Logan ! I tell myself, as I let go.


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

"Ja,"I reply, still a bit overwhelmed by the integral experience. It was Mount 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 paw catch my shoulder joint and pull me back down.

"It's my bend now, darlin ’."Mount Logan's brass, gazing down on me with the tender looking at that is seldom seen outside of our bedroom. I shake my promontory, trying to dissipate the illusion.

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

"Yeah, I wan na nooky you. Got any dissent to that ?"

"Uh - no."

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

Without a news, I do as he asks. As I watch him put it on, my cock stirs to life. I feel that scented famish deep inside that means I want to lie beneath him and feel his manhood filling me. I close my eyes, trying in vain to tell myself that it is not --

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

O Gott ! I am beyond all intellect now. I do as he says, one side of my face pressed against the bedcover and my nates up in the air. I can not see him, but I feel his hand smear lube on my entrance as my rear end automatically gets itself out of the way and off to one side, then his hands grab my pelvis and he presses against me, showing no hesitation in entering me. It has been so farseeing since I have felt him inside me like this. It is so good to have his turncock thrusting into me. Deeper. Yes ! Take me cryptical ! concern 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 secern ya do. Take it, darlin ’, fill it all !"His script grasps my leaking cock and he works it expertly in time with his thrusts.

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

I do, of course. My nitty-gritty thrills with the joy of having him here inside me again. As my coming peaks and explodes, I gasp his name.

He pulls me over and down until we are lying incline by position with him behind me, clutching me tightly against him, his putz still up my ass. We are both panting from our exertions. His hired hand still dig my softening appendage, even as his own begins to splay out of me. For several second, neither of us can speak. Then I feel a foreign wavelet sensation, and see his paw turn blue and delicately female. And I remember who this is that holds me in her arms.

All my joy crash down around me. Mount Logan is not here. I have just been fucked by the womanhood who says she is my Father of the Church. I want to curl up into a ball and cry, but I will not do so, not in strawman of her.

"So, Mystique, do you know me vell enough by now ?"is all I can say, referring somewhat sarcastically to what she had said earlier. I unwrap her subdivision from around my body and twist to look at her. I am taken by surprise at the vulnerability of the reflection on her face. I had expected a flavour 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 other."Perhaps there are also a few things that you are still far too untested to have learned about love and I have taught you, nicht wahr ?"

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

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

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

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

"In that 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 turn away, so she can not see the rip assembly in my eyes. I heard the tremor in her voice, and I wonder if she is speaking of magnetoelectric machine leaving her for no other rationality than that she had lost her powers.

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

A flaccid hand ghost my shoulder."Kurt, my son, please believe me when I say that I truly hope he returns to you soon."

"Thank you."I place my hand on top of hers and squeeze it gently. We lie together like this for a few More heartbeats, then she turns away and stands up.

"I should go,"is all she says.

"I can teleport you off the undercoat, so you don't have to sneak out of the manse,"I offer.

"I'd appreciate that."She tries for a smiling."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 tail around her waist and will us to be just outside the straw man 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 munition still around her.

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

"Vhy do you remember so ?"

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

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

"You've turned into soul very different from what you would experience been if I had raised you. Someone practically 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 Logos, she slips out of my clasp and turns to take the air away down the road.

"Mystique ?"

She turns back.

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

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

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

I watch as she drives away. My hired man goes to the back of my neck, and I rub the almost-healed configuration of the star of Leslie Townes Hope that is now there. As I jump back to my room, I hear her voice once again in my mind.

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

Suddenly, so am I.




German TRANSLATIONS Part 1


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

meine Freundin my friend ( referring to a female person )

Jawohl ! Yes indeed !

Mein Gott ! ! My God ! !

Verdammt ! shit !


GERMAN transformation component part 2

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

Mein lieber Gott ! My dearest God !

mein Schatz my sweetheart/darling ( literally : hoarded wealth )

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

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

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

Fräulein Miss/young char

Guten Tag, Herr Richard Wagner. Ich heisse Kurt Steckenmeister.
Good day, Mr. Wilhelm Richard Wagner. My public figure is Kurt Steckenmeister.

Unmöglich ! unimaginable !

Standesamt recorder's billet

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

nicht wahr ? Isn't it so ?



STORY ARC - In Order


Something a piffling Different
As the Twig is Bent
Pray for Us Sinners
With Nothing on My clapper
You Win, Elf
Hell Hath No wildness