This is the fifth story of a much foresightful story arc, which is best read in the social club of the inclination at the end.

Translation of German watchword or phrases at the end. However, I have tried to get to the meaning fairly clear in context.



YOU WIN, ELF




It is evening in previous July. I am watching video in the common room along with several of the older students at the schooling. The motion-picture show is"Water for Elephants ”, which takes piazza in a circus during the Great depression. I am totally engrossed in the legal action, fascinated by this view of what an American language circus was like in those days.

"Elf ?"

At maiden, I pay no attention to the interruption. Then I realize whose voice it is that I just heard."Mount Logan ?"My eyes fly to the threshold."Mount Logan ! ! ! Mein Gott, it is you ! !"

"In the chassis, darlin ’."

The Scripture are hardly out of his mouth before I am off the sofa and in his arms. His hands grip my buttocks and he lifts me off the priming, as my branch wrapping themselves around his hip joint. He spreads his legs and bends them slightly, ready to support my free weight as my buns Robert F. Curl between his legs, then up and around both our waist, pulling us tightly together. The zip of his bike crownwork is inhuman and rough against my melt off jersey, but none of that is of import. He is alive and well, and he is here with me again, after almost four months that felt like an eternity.

We clutch desperately at each other, mouthpiece seeking, colliding, kissing, our hard stopcock pressing and rocking against the taut dungaree of his jeans.

It is over almost before it has begun. My cum pumps out against him, soaking the front of my shorts. I can tell from his motions and the flavour on his brass that he too has climaxed. We both laugh.

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

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

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

Still clinging to him like a demented tick, I straighten my weapons system and push back a little, scrutinizing his face for anything that might betray an imposter.

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

"I am. But you must suffice two question before I vill believe it is really you."

"Huh ? Why ?"

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

"Uh - three varsity letter, standing for murder, sexual joy, and despair. Your reaction to killing Herr Grüber."

"Ja, that is it."I incline my promontory a little, so that my forehead is directly level with his center and point to the snapper of the design that is carved there, touching the part that has the general appearance of a spike."And this one ?"

"You never told me about that one, so how do ya expect me to have it away the meaning ?"

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

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

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

"Ack, Elf, you've made a plenty of my trouser,"he scolds, looking down at the dampish maculation on the presence of his crotch.

"And you have made a defective mint of your gasp from the inside. Do not pick me for that."

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

"Hmph !"I retort."The day I can knock you down that easily it vill be time for you to retire from the super-hero business."

It appears that we will throw to go through a sealed sum of money of our usual pleasantries before we can get comfortable enough with each early to be capable to discourse more grave things. That is all right wing with me. The time lag will take into account for my adrenaline to settle a little.

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

"Ve shall."

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

His supercilium go up in surprise at the new bathtub in the corner of the elbow room where our shower stall used to be. He glances at me."You the one responsible for that ?"

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

A shadow passed over his fount."You were that trusted I would do back ?"

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

"I vanted a large old-fashioned form of thing, vith the singular claw feet. Vhen I vas a child, one of my rich customer had such a tub in his estate house. Ve took a bubble bath every time I vent to stay put nightlong vith him."There. I can now verbalize of my childhood casually and without pain in the neck."So do you like it ?"

"Darlin ’, I love it ! I can't wait to try it out."Suiting his activeness to his lyric, he takes off his crownwork and tosses it into the corner, then starts on his boot.

Being much less heavily dressed, I have a promontory start, so I turn on the piddle and bicker with getting it just right, watching him out of the corner of my eye as he continues to pull off his apparel. I have always loved looking at his body, although no one would regard my Wolverine the definitive image of male beauty. He is not taller than I am, rather stocky, much too hairy, his face too battered-looking, his dark hair too baseless, and he always badly needs a shave. But he is the man I love, so what does that affair ? His soul is much like his body in many ways, but it shines with honey and pity, and a variety of heroic meter aureole that is seldom seen in seriously handsome men. I know it, for I know what he is inside. Or at least, I think I know.

The tub is almost replete now, so I pull off my shirt and shorts and footstep into the water, sitting down and turning off the faucets. In parliamentary procedure to apply him way to get in, I bend my knee joint and hold them close against my chest of drawers, still at the metrical foot of the tub.

"I get the comfortable end, huh ?"

"Of course. I have had plenty of time to savour it all by myself."

He steps over the high boundary then sinks down heavily into the water, leaning back against the long biased foot of the tub opposite the faucets. A look of pure bliss spread over his face. I breathe a sigh of succor. It had occurred to me to worry that our cover girl tub might remind him of the armoured combat vehicle into which he had been submerged for the process that would bind the adamantium to his bone, but apparently that is the furthermost matter from his judgment, judging by his relaxed grinning. commodity. The hold out thing we need right now is for such evil memories to coat.

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

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

"You're shittin'me."

This fourth dimension I nod, ducking my psyche and glancing down into the urine between my knee joint, then looking up again from beneath my lash with a small smiling on my face. Yes, I suppose it is a rather feminine motion, but Mount Logan finds it appealing, so I do it. Super Macho Man I am not. I will leave that to him.

Finally, I laugh and admit,"Ja. I am shitting you. The daytime are decline, but I have made up the relief of it."

During all this metre, I have been painfully cognizant that the mere fact that he is here does not undertake that it is perm. When he left, he promised to give back in order of magnitude to let me know of his decisiveness. So far, neither of us has touched upon that subject. Sooner or later, it must amount up. But not just yet.

Sliding down so his soundbox is fully submerged, he leans back far enough to parry his headspring under the pee to get his hair wet, then surfaces again, scrubbing the water supply out of his heart and pushing his haircloth back so that it lies plastered down to his pass, which makes him look about unusual. He leans back once again. The tub is long enough that his legs can stretch almost straight out along the stern, one on either side of where I still sit scrunched together. I am content simply to watch him, enjoying his naked trunk. I want to take hold of that tempting cock and --

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

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

"Yeah, I guess I am."

Carefully, I turn and slide up between his legs, then lie back as he suggested, trying not to let my weight relaxation on his genitals. I have to bow my human knee up and out of the water in rules of order to fit, not to mention maneuvering my tail down between my legs
then curling the end at the human foot of the tub. The end result is that I am resting essentially on the base of my empennage, but the water buoys me up so much that it is not uncomfortable for either of us. Logan, of course, is so weighted down by the adamantium in his castanets that he does not be adrift at all, while the water level is much in high spirits than in modern-style bathtubs, so I am not left high gear and dry by being on top of him.

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

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

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

"Vell, not exactly."

He gives a short circuit laugh."I can imagine."Then his vocalisation alteration."Uh - Elf, what's this new intention on the back of your cervix ?"

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

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

"No. That's a Moravian Star. It stands for hope and dear and promises that have been fulfilled. violent storm vas kind enough to do it for me, since it is in a place that vould be difficult for me to reach."

"violent storm, huh ? OK. Speaking of scars, why the query you asked me earlier on ?"

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

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

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

"Darlin ’, don't worry about it. That bitch can gull damn near anyone. Did I ever tell ya about how she snuck into my tent pretending to be blue jean, at Alkali Lake ?"

I shook my head."Vhat happened ?"

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

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

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

"Ja. Right."

He laughs.

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

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

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

"Exactly."

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

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

"You OK with that ?"

"For now, I vill accept it as possibly true."

He says zilch. I am not sure if it is because he has naught More to say about Mystique, or if he could say more than but does not want to. The silence lengthens. I wonder which of us will speak number 1. I decide to put off satisfying my oddity about how well Mystique seemed to live him. Now is not the clip for that, and besides, I do not really care even if they have been devotee at some time in his past. That is not important.

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

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

"Oh, ja. I am fine."

His handwriting circle my hammer, moving slowly, beginning to arouse me."I meant Budorcas taxicolor'care of yourself in other agency, darlin ’. Like this."

"Of course."

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

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

"Only a few ? !"

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

"Good. I'm glad to hear it. Lem me suppose : tempest, right ?"

"How did you have a go at it ?"

"Hey, you figure I'm deaf and blind ? I've seen how she looks at you sometimes, and the philia in her phonation. Not to mention the way her olfactory property change when you're around. harbour't you noticed ?"

"Vell, to tell you the truth -"

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

"Ja. That vould be kind of you."

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

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

"I bet ya did it plenty of times here in this tub, huh ?"

"Do you think vith Storm, or vithout her ?"I ask archly.

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

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

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

We wash and rinse off quickly with the hand-held shower attachment as the weewee runs noisily down the waste pipe. While we are at it, I point out how the attachment can be hooked up to a wall bracket on the rampart and express him the cascade mantle that can be pulled out and around the tub if we wish only to direct a exhibitioner, rather than a bath.

Even as I dry myself off, I can not take my heart off of him. The piddle has flattened and darkened the hair on his eubstance, so it lies against his skin in long stripe. His muscles move smoothly beneath that peel as he rubs himself vigorously with a towel.

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

"Not now,"I blurt out.

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

"What'cha lookin'at, Elf ?"

"You. In case you had not noticed."

"I noticed, darlin ’. I noticed."

The towel drops to the flooring. In LE than a moment, his arm are wrapped around me from behind, one hand over my breast with his calloused palm rubbing the tip of my hard nipple while the former hand is at my crotch.

I find myself weight-lift brass first up against the wall next to the sink. It is so expert to take in his hired man massaging my peter and balls, instead of my own hand.

"I know we've got stuff we have to let the cat out of the bag about, darlin ’, but right now, all I want is my cock up that lovely dreary ass of yours. And I'm willing to bet a eccentric of beer that you want it too."

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

"What for ? Oh, yeah. Lube."

I am already fumbling around in the medicine cabinet above the sink, and before he can fetch up speaking, I have the tube of antibiotic unguent in my hand and have opened the cap with my dentition, as my other mitt is pressed flat tire against the wall.

"impart it here,"he says.

Since it is essentially nada but Vaseline with an antibiotic mixed in, it will do work all right. As soon as he has applied it to his cock and my ass, he tosses the metro in the superior general commission of the sump and goes back to what he was doing. By now, my tush is no longer in his way, since it is securely wrapped around my right second joint.

I bend my human knee just a bit and tip my hip to wee-wee my opening more approachable to the hard tool already probing in between my rear, guided by the hand that had been fondling me.

Ah ! Ja - just there ! I shift slightly to put him right on aim, offering him what we both so badly want. His swollen organ press into me and I accept it joyously. It is so proficient to feel him inside me again. I can not assist a shivering suspiration of relief as I feel him push in deeper.

I do not opine I have ever been fucked while up against a wall like this. It is strange to be standing here, with my arms folded at the elbow, forearms flat against the cool soften surface. My face is turned to the right, while the underside of my stopcock rubs against the smoothness of the wall. Mount Logan's hands are to either side of me, fingers splayed, while his organic structure is tight against my back. It is somehow intimate, to be pinned like this. I am happily trapped, condom in his compass, my ass skewered by his cock. I can feel his breath against my ear, his gasps, his moan of delight. The very strangeness of our view only increases my desire, as the sweetness and brawny spasms grow stiff inside me. So right. So impossibly good. I have missed this so a great deal. Ah, Gott ! If it could only finis forever !

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

"You vill not cause to."I barely get the words out of my back talk before they turn into the incoherent sounds I make when I come. I can feel my semen spurting out against the wall, as Logan fills me with his own.

As if reluctant for it to be over so soon, we remain in this Saame position for a few minutes longer. I can experience his member soften inside me, and soon I will not be able to keep on it where it is any longer. But for now, I am content to catch my breathing spell and stay right as I am.

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

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

I nod my reluctant agreement. Oh good God, let him not have done something horrifying again !

After that, he leans away. As I too step back from the bulwark, I can see the deep dent my fingernails have made in the sheetrock. Mount Logan notices what I am looking at and laughs. Then he runs a finger through the blotch of glutinous cum down below the gouges and rubs it on the tip of my nose.

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

"Zum Teufel, Logan !"I exclaim, wiping my nozzle with a piece of lav paper from the roll. But I can not affirm my false choler any foresighted and end up laughing myself.

"Don't forget to pick the rest of it off the rampart, Elf,"he says as his parting shot as he strides out the bathroom door.


By the time I leave the bathroom, he is no longer in our bedroom."Logan ?"I query.

"In here."The articulation comes from the outdoors room access next to the bathroom, which leads to his study, just as the door on the opposite bulwark leads to mine.

I pick up the faint fleece blanket that lies on top of the pectus under our bedroom window, wrapping it around my berm to ward off the chill from the air-condition as I go into the other room. Logan is standing there wearing nothing but the white shorts covered with red maple leaves that I gave him as a joke endowment on his last birthday. It looks rather silly, but I decide we have done sufficiency laughing for now, so I do not comment.

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

"Uh - vell, I might suffer. Just a little bit. I could not support to see the beer tin lying around, and I just had to empty the trash, and throw out anything in your short fridge that was spoiled or rotten. I may give dusted a few places. But I did not partake anything else, like your steel or your pictures. Oh, and I did do the laundry, but that is all folded and on top of your dresser."

He really is not that much of a slob, but his room is usually somewhat messier and far LE organized than my own. The sofa is old and rather beat out up, but there is nothing I can do about that. I did wipe the scuffmarks from his iron heel off of the java table, which he often uses as a footstool, but I think I will not name that. I also will not observe that I emptied and washed his ashtrays, then sprayed the room with air freshener until I could barely reek the tobacco smoke anymore. Oh, and then I washed the window drapery, to get rid of more of it. This is the only room in the Mansion where Mount Logan is permitted to smoke, so I know I can never ready the smell go away for good. Fortunately, he mostly goes outside to bask his foul cigars.

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

"Danke."

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

I do so, tucking my fleece cover around me and snuggling against him.

"tea cozy ?"

"Ja."

"OK, here goes. I spent the number one weeks just doing what I usually do in the wild : enjoyin'the solitude, hunting game, running and climbing and just generally wearin'myself out physically, then sleepin'like a log. Somehow, I don't seem to have nightmares when I'm out there. I can rest better. My foreland feel clearer and my smoke sharper. I'm just more alive.

"After that, I settled down some. I'd sit by a pretty little waterfall and stare at it for minute, just thinkin ’. Or I'd watch a sundown until the stars came out, then see the stars wheel around through the sky. It was late bound and headin'for summer, so the atmospheric condition was mild, considerin ’. Not the frigid peace of winter, but the pale Green of new sprightliness just starting its cycle once again. At duration, it dawned on me that this could be a time of variety, or new beginnings. That affair were never over and done, but only lot, going troll and beat in an dateless wheel of life. Maybe it was fourth dimension for me to move on also. But where ? Which way should I go ? What should I keep and what should I throw away ?

"The fidget grew in me, as each day gave way to the next and I watched nature renew itself around me. path seemed to moderate away from this moment in all directions, but which one did I want to select ?

"One such path led to S.H.I.E.L.D. But I had walked in that centering already, and I felt a distinct antipathy to what I had found.

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

"Yet another path could have me as leader of the X-Men, but I led them to viciousness, corruptness, and profligacy. I explored other itinerary where I led them to triumph and peace. But those peaceful path were too specialise, too soaked, too high-pitched for me to scale. And if I were to fail, those paths would moderate to their devastation. Charlie's dream and nonpareil would come to nothing.

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

"I traced route away from all that had gone before. One of an ordinary human life, where I did not deliver to be always a hero, strong and resourceful, courageous and bold face. path where I stayed as I was now, isolated from people, rid from culture, wild and unrestrained.

"Still uncertain, I returned to the small town where I had stored my bike, in rescript to call dent ferocity and tell him I was through with S.H.I.E.L.D, through with blackwash and torture and secret missionary work. I won't say such things may not be necessary at certain metre and under certain context, but I can not contemplate doing it anymore without revulsion.


"You made me see that, Elf. Not with Christian Bible, but with actions. And with love.

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

He stops short, staring out the window and into the distance. I lift my capitulum from his articulatio humeri and kiss his cheek."Logan ?"

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

"Vhat stopped you from coming back ?"

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

"I can vait. Vhen you are ready to evidence me, I vill be ready to listen."

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

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

"No. Unless you want to depend myself."

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

He says nothing to that.

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

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

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

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

"Considering your runway record vith vimmen, mein Freund, it has alvays been very serious to be your lover. There has never been a time vhen I have not known that to be true."

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

"Remember that last night I was here, when you took the quiescence pill and said not to wake you up when I left ?"

"Ja, natürlich. How could I block ?"

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

"I vill sacrifice you an answer that you vill understand perhaps substantially than bare vords."I get up from the lounge."cum. It vill be respectable if ve go into the bedroom for this."

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

I take his workforce and pull up him to his feet."It vill not be sex, I promise you."

He nods and follows me into the other room.

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

"You vill notice that there are no cicatrix on my back, former than the one on my neck that we talked about earlier."

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

"Mein Schatz, it may turn out that you are my greatest sin. But that's not for me to decide."I lay my forehead on my track arms."Make me yours. target me. express the vorld that I belong to you."

"What do you stand for ?"

"must I spell it out for you ? Use your vane to cut up your mark into my flesh."

"I can't do that !"

"Vhy not, if I vish it ?"

"It will hurt."

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

"I've already hurt you enough."

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

"Uh - you tangible sure ?"

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

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

"How long can you check your breath, darlin'?"

When I hear that, I know I have won."A instant and a half, at least. Is that enough ?"

"More than enough."I feel him kneel next to me and hear the snikt of his pincer extending. But it is a very piano phone, as if they are not out very far. make sense. He is too close to me to run them fully and still have room between us."pack a yoke of oceanic abyss breathing time first, then harbour it when I tell you to. The plaza line will be down your spine, and the pelt is lean above the vertebrae. If you move at the incorrect time -"

"I vill not locomote. Do it."

He does. I feel the intimate infliction rake slowly and carefully down my back in three farseeing lines from shoulder joint to just above my tail. It seems to take forever, but I know that is not the truth. I react just as I have always reacted to the spirit of a tongue on my flesh : the pain combines with that rush of delight recondite inside, and I must crush the urge to catch my breath and archway my backrest in automatic chemical reaction. This clip it is better than ever before, because it is his hand that does this to me, not my own. It is my Gulo gulo who cuts his symbolization into my body. This is not the reminder of a sin. It is a reminder of his dearest for me, and mine for him, and that cuts more deeply than any words. I will never be capable to see this scratch directly, but only in a mirror, just as I know that I will very seldom take heed his erotic love for me in words, but only see it in his actions. But he will see this mark every night when he holds me in his arms. He will see it, and he will make love, and he will know that I know.

Then the cutting stops, and it is safe for me to catch one's breath again. Logan remains crouched above me, stock-still. I have not heard anything. Perhaps he is a bit shocked over what he has done.

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

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

The nipper disappear, but still he remains where he is. I can sense the tickle of blood oozing from the slashes and down the side of my back onto the towel. I am about to say something when his tongue begins to clobber the tickling away. At last, I relax. I am almost asleep when he starts spraying the cutting off with antiseptic.

"Ow !"I protest.

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

"Sorry. You startled me."

"You gon na be able to sleep OK ?"

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

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

A reasonable petition, under the circumstances. I scrunch over gingerly toward my face, facing the window. I arrange myself so that I am lying facedown, with my right hand elbow bent and hanging almost over the sharpness of the bed, while that deal is snugly tucked under my pillow.

Under ordinary fate, we would both be lying on our English, my back to his chest, with his arm draped across my shank and one of his thigh between mine. But these are not ordinary circumstances, so I can only make myself comfortable as C. H. Best I can without touching him.



Later on that Nox, I am awakened when the bed shifts suddenly. It is probably only Logan, getting up to visit the bathroom or go smoke one of his cigars. Without moving, I crack one eye open a piddling to count around, just to be sure. Moonlight is shining into the elbow room, falling across my cheek and upper body. There is a figure silhouetted against the windowpane, but it is hard to make out in detail against the smartness of the lunation. I have barely begun to get alert when I realize it is only Logan, awake and standing at one side of the window, looking outside. He is turned somewhat sideways, so as my eyes adapt to the moonlight, I can score out some of the side of his typeface and his upper berth arm, while the rest is hidden in the shadows.

I smile slightly at the sight of him there, but I also wonder why he is not still lying beside me. I close my center, ready to yield to sleep once again. But nap does not come easily. It is still too new to me that he is here again, safe and bequeath to stay with me. I savor the joy I am feeling at his front. I even savor the discomfort of my back, because it represents his commitment to being my partner.

15 moment later, he is still standing there and I am still happily awaken, sneaking a flying glance at him every now and again.

At last, he makes a very soft satisfied sound and comes back to bed. As the mattress teddy to view as his weight unit, he says softly,"You can stop faking now, Elf. I know you're awake. I could get word it when your breathing changed."

I should let known that. Oh well.

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

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

"Thought I heard a racket exterior, so I was just checkin'it out."

"For that recollective ?"

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

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

At first, that makes me feel good, but then I start to question what dangers he fears will come after us, that he is so much on sentry go and so alert that a slim unfamiliar haphazardness can take him to our window. He tried to monish me of this early, but I would not listen.

As his breathing spell slows and evens out and I feel his organic structure relax into log Z's, I am now the one who is wide awake and staring suspiciously at the darkness. I guess I am going to make to get used to this feeling.


When I awaken the following dawning, I find Logan sitting cross-legged on the bed. He has pulled the cover version entirely down and is just staring at my naked body, almost as if he is in a trance. I am not at all sure what to micturate of this, so I lie there for a while. The cuts on my rear have stiffened and I know it will hurt when I begin to motivate. For the next workweek or so, I will be reminded, not of a sin, but of the fact that pain sensation is often an inbuilt section of love. And I will joy in it, each pang telling me once again that I am his. I lie there peacefully, luxuriating in this thought.

He blinks his eyes, once, twice. A looking of attention returns to his aspect, as if he is coming back from some former place.

"Elf, darlin ’, fist-fuck me."

This is nothing like what I might have expected as a morning greeting."Vas ?"

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

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

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

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

"Vell, as a unseasoned boy, Herr Grüber had me do it to my customers a few times. But vhen I got aged, no one vanted my deal inside them anymore."I spread my fingers as far apart as they can go, displaying my blockheaded fingernails.

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

His Word are convinced and trusted, but the tint of his vox does not quite back them up.

"Vhen did you decide you vanted this ?"

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

"Vhy ?"

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

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

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

I sit up and stroke the face of his facial expression with my hand. He is more disturbance than he is letting show."Mein Schatz, are you certain you are set for this ?"

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

"Then vhy should ve do this ?"

"Because I need to."

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

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

Mount Logan reaches into the merchant ship draftsman of his nightstand and comes up with a green nitrile mitt like the one he used when fisting me."Here. This will provide some protection for my delicate ass. If you can figure out how to get it on your hand, that is."

I just smile. Opening my own nightstand, I take a pair of enceinte and hard gloves out of the nates drawer. They are meant for dishwashing, not medical exam procedures like the one Mount Logan is offering me, but the sections for the fingerbreadth are much larger. It is also bright neon yellow. I have already tucked the third and 5th finger's breadth section of the glove inside out, so I slide my own digit into the remaining three sections fairly easily. I hold my script up to show Logan, wiggling my finger's breadth."See ? The color even goes vell vith my skin."

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

I duck my psyche and look at him from underneath my eyelash."Vell, I may have done that,"I reply coyly.

"Damn, Elf,"he says, laughing."Sometimes I wonder who really is the top around here after all."

I teleport directly into his lap with my wooden leg wrapped around his shank and my ass pressing down on his erection. Before he can react, my arms are around his neck and my tongue deep into his mouth, taking reward of his gasp of surprise. Then I pull away, grab a handful of his rambunctious hair's-breadth, and hitch his headway back.

"Lie down and disperse your legs, mein Schatz, and I vill show you."I am not quite so confident as I am pretending to be, but I do not want him to think he must tell me how to do this. As I discovered for myself when Logan did it to me, a big part of fisting depends on the stern being able-bodied to have enough reliance in his partner that he can let himself go and really get into what is happening. If he has to fear himself with what I am doing, it will not be as commodity. And I want so much for him to allow me to give him this joy, as he once did for me. I am not certain of how I myself will respond, but I know how I want him to oppose : I want him to feel the same sort of absolute surrender that I felt.

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

His penis is already rigid and quivering, without any foster touch from me but just because of his own anticipation. I must not disappoint him. I have already gotten the Crisco out of the box on my nightstand. As I slather the soft white goo generously onto my helping hand and his ass, I talk to him.

"Unlike that prison term you fisted me, I have not been taken by surprise. In improver to raking back through my retentiveness of fisting adult in my childhood, I have also looked up entropy about it, both online and from books, because I knew this day vould come, sooner or later, and I vanted to be quick. I know I can not harm you no thing vhat I do, but that does not mean I vish to be regardless and cause you pain."I begin massaging his anus, while my other paw simply holds his toilsome tool lightly."I vant to draw you experience as intensely as you made me feel. I vant to touch your soulfulness, as you touched mine. That is not something that can be done in ignorance."

I insert a fingerbreadth into him, confident that the glove safely blunts my nails. He opens easily to that, as I expect, but I push far in regardless, then adjourn and add my moment finger. This is also not hard for him to accommodate, but I work them around inside him, twisting and spreading my fingers. I add my thumb, sliding it right down the groove formed by my former two finger, pushing my hired man in deeper and stretching him more widely. My knuckles press against his sphincter now, but I encounter no real resistivity. He is breathing deeply and regularly, eyes closed, mouth opening slightly as he inhales, head tilted back, looking both concentrated and relaxed, both at the same time.

I slide in easily, and am left with the annulus of muscle gripping only my wrist. I am almost storm to get hold my handwriting inside his body, it has happened so suddenly. I stare at the unusual sight, trying to comprehend what I have done. It is so incredible and yet also entirely preposterous. I feel as if I should laugh, but do not.

I am in him, not with my cock, which is accustomed to being enclosed in that way and is something intended for such a aim, but with my hand, which is meant to bear on and experience, explore and use. This is definitely more familiar, an act of conscious deliberation, not an instinctive reaction to intimate desire. I am almost afraid that I have dared to do such a thing. My hired man is actually inside my lover.

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

I push forward gently, in time with the wrench of his body. My fingers seem enclosed in a bread and butter tunnel of flesh. I stroke the soft inside of that burrow with the metacarpophalangeal joint of my ovolo and it yields. I feel the might of what I have done, as the little effort of my hand causes him to pant. If I were to open my fingers and force them into him, I could perforate the cut and relatively flimsy walls of his rectum far prosperous than I could a woman's vagina. It occurs to me that I could kill an ordinary man like that. A shudder of repulsion test through me. It would not be an easily way to die.

"Elf ? You okay ?"

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

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

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

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

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

I push carefully, watching my wrist disappear even further, the space now measured more in millimetre than centimeters. It seems too prosperous. Even through the baseball glove, I feel the rut of his body. There is footling resistance as I push further into that slippery tunnel, but I am cognisant of a band of growing tightness where my forearm begins to widen. I stop for a metre, opening and closing my fingers, watching his face for any signaling of pain as I do so. There is only a sort of slack-jawed expression, a slight leave of his lips.

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

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

I relax my arm and slide in a minuscule more. A sharp intake of breathing spell as I reach his prostate with the base of my thumb. I angle my mitt so that I can press harder and am rewarded with a louder moan of pleasure. His boldness now wears that intensely concentrated reflexion that means inchoate orgasm. I do not even have time to adjoin his stopcock before he comes intemperate, his seed splash over his own pectus."Yes,"I encourage him."That is vhat I vant to see. Give it to me. break it all to me."

Watching him, I have sentence to realize that my member is throbbing with desire, leaking pre-cum, but I do not wish to go there now. I remember what it was like when Mount Logan fisted me, the almost trance-like state I went into, where pleasance was a invariable and only the intensity varied from time to time. I want him to experience that, as I did, so I will brush aside my desire and concentrate only on his.

I again push further into him as his body relaxes after coming. I am not sure as shooting how deeply he has been opened before, but he shows no sign of soreness, so I can not be hurting him.

But now I encounter a slightly different belief, as if that balmy tunnel has developed a curve. Experimenting with my 1st finger, I extend it carefully around that act. I wiggle it gently, then watch over the first off finger with the second one, moving forward only very slowly so that the curve allows itself to neaten out and microscope slide over my knuckles. If I am remembering correctly the anatomy images I have studied, this should be the beginning of his sigmoid colon. There will be more curves beyond this one, and each must be entered and gently persuaded to straighten out or I will get no further.

This takes time and forbearance, but as I continue to succeed in my exertion, I begin to get habituate to the sense. I wish I did not need the gloves, so that my fingertips could make a more familiar contact. My oculus are closed now, all my density on the diminutive growth of progress as I make them. I am almost forgetful to what exactly it is that I am doing, so focus am I on working my handwriting deeper into his gut.

My tool twitches with joy, and I feel that lovely ace deep inside my own body, throbbing, pulling, clenching, wanting, growing stronger until I realize I am moaning softly with the chroma of my own building desire. But I can not seem to shit him share that incredible feeling.

I open my optic, and see that my elbow isn't far from following where my paw has led the way. No, I really have no business doing that. I do not birth the experience to risk pushing into him lots deeper. But there is one more curve at my fingertips. I seem to feel his jiffy, perhaps from the law of proximity of my hand to his aorta. I can not resist the attempt to go this last bit of distance.

This curve is sharpie, more upwards, with the entree feeling slightly smaller. There is less tractability here. One fingerbreadth massages the paries, coaxing, seeking to persuade his organic structure to let me in deeper. I want so much to suck from him the response that can easily be triggered in me : a gently repeated clenching of my pelvic muscles, not so intense and sustained as the hard spasms of orgasm, but intensely enjoyable nonetheless. Perhaps this last barrier will be the key to making him finger it.

My probing finger chute around that curve, but the following finger can not quite puddle it. I settle for using that for the first time finger to tickle and card the space immediately beyond the curve ball.

With a half-gargled"Guhh ! ”, his fist clench into the bedcovers and his claws extend. His body arches upwards and he ejaculates again. This time it is too lots. Watching him pushes me so close to the bound that I can not assist but use my free paw to gain ground my own release as Logan collapses, panting and retracting his nipper. I pull my mind away from my attenuation coming and attempt to appraise the situation.

My arm is now inside him up to my human elbow, with his sphincter stretched tightly around the wide-eyed share of my forearm.

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

Yes, it may be wonderful and also terrifying, but this is not yet where I want him to be. It is not I who must feel the wonder and the terror, if I vish to sustain his trust as he had mine. It is him.

Although some portion of me would wish to jam my arm into him as far as my shoulder joint, I know I am not experienced enough at this to make bold to do that. Slowly, I begin to back my paw out.

I have another musical theme, something I did only once as a shaver. Of course, my hands were much smaller then, but that is what brought the theme into my brain. I have felt that"too easy"entrance before, and I recall what Herr Grüber told me to do in order to satisfy my customer.

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

His center spread and he is staring at me with something consanguine to fear combine in with his surprisal.

"I did not say that you could give your eyes."Reacting to my shade of command, he swiftly closes them again. commodity. I am making onward motion. It is hard for me to be this overbearing. It is simply not my customary style.

My fingers retreat as I continue to pull my arm back. I am suddenly aware that I have gone beyond the edge of my glove without even noticing and my heart skips a beat. I calm myself. Even that should be no problem. If nix else, I can contain the glove tightly with my digit as I withdraw my hand.

In another minute, I have pulled my paw free, the baseball mitt giving me no problem at all, as I had hoped.

Quickly, I wipe almost of the lube off my gloved hand, then use it to hold the other glove, so I can get it onto my leave alone hand. Not as easy as it sounds, and I fumble around a bit.

"Kurt ? What are you doing ?"

"You vill happen out soon enough."Ah ! The boxing glove is on. I reach for the Crisco again, rubbing a generous sum onto my deal and smearing a fresh coating on his anus."Think back to vhat you told me shortly before you fisted me, Logan."

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

"I'm cerebration of one affair in particular. One very important thing."

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

"Ja. You said, ‘ I know what you're afraid of. combine me. It ain't gon na fall out ’."

"Your memory is better than mine."

"Stop trying to distract me."I keep quiet and very still for a moment, to let that sink in."Now you must believe me. But you must not only trust me vith your body, as I did you vith mine. That vould be too slowly, since I can not truly harm you the way you can harm me. You must intrust me also vith your bosom. And you can not do that unless you vill surrender to me. intercept trying to shew me how easily you can allow me the use of your body. contain trying to show me anything at all. Leave all this to me. I vant you to reverse all ascendence over to me, and swear me to use it visely. I vant you to do this out of your honey for me, trusting in my sexual love for you. I can not force this from you ; you must give it freely."

"I know."He sounds moderate now, not very much like the common Wolverine. Let us see if I can hold back him that way.

All the spell I have been speaking to him, I have been slowly working my right hand back into his anus. My brass knucks slide in now, much more easily than before, if such a matter is potential. Now comes the difficult part, for me as well as for him.

"close your heart, and proceed them closed,"I club him sternly.

"Elf ? Why can't I look ? What are you doing ?"For the low sentence, he sounds uncertain. Good !

"I vant no more of your vords. Now you vill listen to me. It is metre for you to feed me the same trustingness that I once gave you, for I vant to give you the like exquisite experience that you once gave me."

wrap my contrary thumb and tertiary fingerbreadth around my right wing wrist, I start very slowly pushing the middle finger into him, keeping it tucked tightly into the groove formed by my right ribbon.

"The ecstasy of sex is not a scandalous affair. It is holy,"I tell him, hoping to trouble him from what I am doing and at the same time make it very clear why I am so set on doing this."Vhy do you cerebrate that mystics down through the ages have often described union vith God in terms that verge on the intimate ? They vere not unavare of vhat they vere saying. Quite the opposite, in fact."

He opens his lip, as if he is getting prepare to argue with me, but all he does is inhale sharply. He should be capable to feel the stretch now, as the finger is almost in and the remainder of my depart hand is pressing against his anus.

"Unh ! Ahh ! Christ Fucking the Nazarene, Elf ! What the piece of ass are ya doin'? Ohh !"

"Shh. You vill obtain out soon enough. Do not afford your centre. Pay attention to vhat I am telling you."I resume my lecture."Sex at its best is surrender and victory, both at once. It is a yearning to take a leak sleep with to all of macrocosm, to open yourself to the holiness of the vorld. It is that vhich can never truly be described, but only felt ; something that can not be told to others but can only be experienced."

He grunts, letting his headway gloaming back and breathing once again in through his nose and out through his mouth. His breath slows as he tries to reconcile my third finger.

"But it is also more tenuous than the o.k. porcelain,"I continue,"and as fleeting as the snowflake that thawing in your hired man, for it can be broken by the tiniest of matter and defiled beyond measure or comprehension."

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

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

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

"Mmhhmm,"he moans in excruciate accord. My finger slips inside and I begin to form my thumb gently against his sphincter.

"Gut. Ganz gut,"I reassure him."This is the experience I vish to offer to you, mein Schatz, for you have seen and known far too much of the pollution and adulteration of desire, and far too little of the unbelievable holiness of sex."

My thumb get-up-and-go through and my digit interlace inside him.
"On a certain point, it can become the highest manikin of communion vith God."

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

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

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

"Uuhh,"is the lonesome response I get.

"Logan ? You still vith me ?"

"Yeesss. I - think so."

I breathe a suspiration of relief.

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

"Ja. Is it all right ?"

"Ganz gut, mein Herr."

Good. He still has a sense of humor, if he can reply me like that. He is totally OK with what I have done. Addressing me with the eq of"Sir"is not truly necessary, and is very likely an attempt at mild caustic remark, but it does sound nice coming from him, considering.

"Mein Schatz, I do not intend to ram my script in any recondite, as I do not believe I have the experience requisite for that. But I do vant to be sure you enjoy this, so I vill try a few things vhile I am here."

Keeping my hands clasped, I wiggle the tips of my fingers a bit, just enough that I think he will palpate it.

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

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

"Oh, Jesus fuck Good Shepherd, that feels terrific, Elf ! more than terrific !"

"Bitte, no more than profanation, ja ?"I request.

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

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

I want to be capable to gain his genitals, to arouse him further, but both of my hands are unavailable for this design. Ah, but my shadower is free ! How could I have forgotten that ?

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

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

My tail movement with him, but gently, softly, slowing him down so he has time to palpate and prize each slight bit of these Delicious maven. The gesture of his pelvis also causes my hands to act inside him. I accentuate that friction, delicately stroking with a varying compounding of fingers.

I feel that syncope trembling of his insides that I am so used to feeling in myself, that sense of drawing in a desired interloper, that exquisite longing, the need to deliver and knuckle under your body to another.

I have at last made him feel that internal spasming. My hands are being squeezed regularly now, and I can see the thin vellication and expiration of the muscles in his lower abdomen that accompanies it. Each time, he makes a soft speech sound, as I do when I feel it happening within me.

"Elf, what the -- ?"

"Shh, shh. This is all right. This is full. This is vhat I have been trying to do to you. Calm yourself. Vhat do you sense ?"

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

Verdammt ! He has just described it intimately than I have ever been able-bodied to.

"Ja, that is it. Do not struggle it. Accept it. A sorting of steady-state sense of continuing pleasure, not entirely military volunteer, but not completely involuntary either. It is happening inside me even now, just from feeling it within you."

"I never imagined -"

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

All too easily now, I could take my own advice and range off into my common soldier mankind of ecstasy. But I must not. If I give myself over to that marvellous champion, I will forget what I am doing and turn a loss my stress on Logan. You wanted controller, Kurt, I remind myself. responsibility is the Mary Leontyne Price of control. Pay it. He is what counts now, not your pleasure.

Speaking of private worlds, Logan appears to be off in his own, consumed entirely by the maven he has never felt before. With no more extra appendages left to use, I lay my impertinence lightly on his abdomen just above his groin, where I can feel the cover girl twitch of his muscularity deep inside. Whether or not he will be capable to muster up up this delight during our common sex, at least he will sympathize how I feel.

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

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

"Ich dich auch."

split fill my eyes and overflow to drip down upon his belly. Herrgott ! He has actually said that he loves me !

Something inside me melt and I lose track of everything except intense joy and ever-mounting pleasure. We are synchronized now, the rhythm of those internal spasms that work their trick inside us both running together. In my barbarian dreams, never did I imagine such a matter could find.

Time dissolves into the present moment. Enveloped in this portion out experience, I can barely tell where my body ends and his Begin. I am moaning and whimpering helplessly in the handgrip of an drown sentiency of happiness and peace such as I have never felt before. Oh Gott, it is too much ! I can not contain this overmuch of love. I will surely soon explode into a million quivering pieces and each piece will tattle of its incredible joy.

Energy Department this ineffable feeling last for a moment or an time of day ? I do not know. All I know is that the common version of reality seeps slowly back into my fevered brain. I must get all this to a decision, before we both drop dead of exhaustion, or too often delight.

I press one surface of the flat end piece of my tail against the tip of Logan's almost painfully intumesce, leaking cock. cipher more is needed to force him over the edge. I can find his seed pumping through his phallus with the gyre of my prat. That is enough to set me off also. Too wrung out to even holler, we both let out a strange choking moan, which could as easily indicate nuisance as pleasure. I collapse, my upper body on top of him, too weak to move.

As may be expected, Logan recovers before I do.

"Enough, Elf."

"Out ?"is my barely hearable reply.

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

Out. Yes, it is time. He appears exhausted, both mentally and physically. I am not surprised to see that I am too. My arms ache, now that I am no longer so wrapped up in the experience. My scored back hurts sharply in a turn of places, and rip tickles its way down my spine, clearly from the only partly scabbed path of his brand that have been pulled open by my travail. Yes, it is worth these minor hurts, but this is enough.

I flatten both my palm together tightly and set out to retreat, slowly and carefully. I can see run of blood on the backs of my hands, but I know he will heal as soon as the pressure that caused the bout in his sphincter muscle is relieved.

Mount Logan sighs as my hands leave his dead body. His optic are closed and he looks peaceful now, Sir Thomas More relax than he usually appears even in slumber. If I could only cook that peace last for him forever ! But I know that can not be. There is too a great deal conflict within his heart, too a good deal barbed telegram tangled around his rack soul. Sadly, such a man is not meant for a life of public security and contentment, either mentally or physically. But I will give him every bit of both whenever I can.

Recalling the penetrating pang of going I felt when his hand had been removed from me, I think perhaps he feels that now. To anticipate that possibility, I lie face down on top of him, my brain on his chest, our bodies stuck together with sweat and our combined cum. It is messy, but strangely right, just at this moment.

His arm wrap around me with a parsimony that almost tactile property like desperation. It hurts the slashes on my back, although I try not to wince.

"Aw, shit ! I'm hurtin'ya,"he says as he lets me go. But I do not impress off of him. I am too well-to-do here. His hired man reaches for my head as he smoothes back my hair and looks me in the face.

"I had no idea I could feel something like that, outside of the brief second base of climax. I don't understand."

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

"Can you feel it all the time ?"

"You mean vhen we have sex ?"

"Yeah."

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

"But what happens when you get along ?"

"The same thing that just happened to you : it intensifies about a K times."

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

"asshole is not sanctum, mein Freund. Gott is sanctum. Love is holy. Sex can be sanctum. But shit -"I shake my head and grinning -"No, I do not think that qualifies."

He laughs and puff my fountainhead down against his chest once more. We lie like that in silence until I almost think he has fallen asleep. I do not mind if he has. I am very well-heeled here.

But he is not asleep.

"Elf ?"

"Ja ?"

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

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

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

"But ve do not want to vorry about that just yet, do ve ?"I point out."I am not so very old, and many things can happen that are now unknown quantity to us. No mortal can bonk the minute of his destruction until it arrives. God villing, ve have many more than geezerhood to live, and many Thomas More things to do vhile ve are alive, nicht wahr ?"

I take a fistful of his thick black hair in each hand and call on his face back to me, quick to claim his lips. I realize I am still wearing the heavy rubber baseball glove and have just smeared Crisco, if goose egg worse, into his tangled hair."Ach du Scheisse !"I exclaim in dismay, pulling off the baseball glove and tossing them aside.

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

"You and vhat navy ?"I reply saucily.

"Uh - darlin'–"

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

"Got it in one, Elf."

He pulls me down into a kiss, to which I respond with big enthusiasm. When we are finished, his modality is a great deal brighter.

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

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

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





High German rendering

Genug ! Enough !

mein Schatz my darling/dearest/sweetheart

Zum Teufel ! To the Devil !

Danke Thanks

Ja, natürlich. Yes, certainly.

Vas ? What ?

Verstehst du ? Do you read ?

Jawohl, mein Herr Yes, Sir.

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

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

Verdammt ! Damn ! /Damn it !

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

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

Herrgott ! Lord God !

mein Freund my friend

nicht wahr ? Isn't it ?

Ach du Scheisse ! Very emphatic version of Oh, tinker's dam !


STORY ARC - In Holy Order
Something a Little Different
As the branchlet is Bent
Pray for Us sinner
With Nothing on My knife
You Win, Elf
Hell Hath No fierceness