This is the fourth story of a much longer floor arc, which is best read in the guild of the leaning at the end.
Translation of German actor's line or phrase at the end. However, I have tried to do the significance fairly clear in context.


WITH nada ON MY glossa
contribution One : THUNDER/STORM


From Elmore John Leonard Cohen's song,"Hallelujah"

Maybe I've been here before
I've seen this way, I've walked this base
I used to subsist alone before I knew ya
I've seen your masthead on the marble arch
Our love is not a victory Mar
It's a cold and it's a fail hallelujah.

. .. .. .. .. ..

And even though it all went wrong
I'll stand before the lord of birdcall
With nothing on my tongue but
Hallelujah



If you'd like to see this call, here are my two front-runner versions :

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

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





I am lying on my position in our bed, several hours before dayspring, wide awake, restless and horny. I feel the comforting warmth of Logan's torso behind me, his arm draped over my hip as usual. My impatience must have awakened him, as his dangling finger begin languidly stroking my leg, moving slowly down across the top to reach the inner control surface of my thigh.

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

"Ja,"I sigh quietly.

His fingers move to my crotch, touching me with a teasing gentleness as his arm tightens around me, pulling us closemouthed together. I can feel his hard peter against my ass. He lifts my leg, propping it up bent at the knee so that he can gain access code to my chess opening. I reach for the lube on my nightstand, taking a glob and smearing it over his member. Thus inclined, he presses into me, spreading me candid with a delicious anticipation of joy yet to come. I gasp as the read/write head slides inside me, and the rest follows, stretching me, filling me. Oh, yes ! Deeper, deeper. Touch that lovely space that feels so adept. Ah, yes. Just *there*.

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

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

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

I am whimpering now, quietly in compare to the guttural interference he makes."Oh, ja ! take in me come ! I want to - Yyaahhhh !"

Again, the familiar but always amazing adept of sexual climax backwash over me, drowning me in touch, as my seed spurts out of my jerking penis and my interior convulse around the operose putz within me. Oh, Gott, if heaven feels like this, demise would be a small price to pay to get there !

As the intensity level of the feelings fade away, I regretfully return to realism. My pass on script clutches the al-Qaeda of the glass dildo up my ass, while my correctly bridge player is a fist around my knackered penis. Logan has not been in my bed for various calendar month now. He is away somewhere, searching his psyche. Or at least, that is what he said he would do, struggling to determine the charge his sprightliness will pick out 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 white blotch of my cum on the sheet, I know very well what my body wants. But is that the Lapp as what I want ?

I think back to the torture 24-hour interval we spent together, when he told me about the horrible thing he had been doing on his nongregarious missions and what he might well do again in the future. The long discussion we had, when I told him that I was in no way morally unadulterated either.

I remember the concluding 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 save that promise. A voice of me can not place upright this wait and wishes only to run away, be done with him, arrest missing him so terribly. But that is not what I really want. I want him here, now, with me. I want his soundbox against mine, his cock up my ass. And I can not let it. I can only wait, wondering when he will return. And what if he never returns ? What if something has happened to him ?

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

I tend to lapse into German language in metre of warm emotion. In rescript to help break that habit, I translate it into English and repeat it."Since Logan has been gone, my center is as empty as my bed."

Oh, stop, I remind myself. sufficiency self-pity. You are not the only soul to be left behind to wait and worry about your lover. Think of the spouses of soldiers all over the world, when the soldier is away in battle, perhaps never to repay. Or in the old days of sailing ships, when the wives must look calendar month and days for a hubby who may be long submerge and perfectly, as far as she can know. Do not be such a babe ! You did not invent this endless postponement, and you will not be the conclusion one to meet through it, not by a retentive shot.

Mount Logan leads a dangerous sprightliness, as do all the X-Men, including yourself. The day may come when either or both of us do not return alive from a missionary station. That is part of the life history 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 number back unscathed, but has decided he does not need me anymore ?

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

I get up, go to the bathroom, call for a shower, and get ready to start my day. And modify the mainsheet on the bed yet again. I must recollect to have a towel or something handy, so I do not make such a pickle succeeding time.


Another day goes by. I teach my German year, check homework, teach simple acrobatics to the youthful of our students, advocate various youngsters who seek my advice, run through my regular modus operandi in the gym, and consider a paseo outside as the sun sinks toward the W. It is unseasonably warm for this clock time of twelvemonth, so I do not even take a coat. I eat supper without paying much tending to the food. I climb the stairs to our suite without anticipation of anything but eternal sleep.

I turn on the figurer in my subject area. Since I started teaching last fall, I have thought of taking online college courses in education. Tonight I browse the internet, searching for whatever may be usable along these lines. Until I have a license for teaching, the students in any class I may learn will not be able-bodied to enumerate it towards their educational acknowledgment, which makes their involvement strictly voluntary. I find respective possibilities for online study, but I set them aside for the hereafter.

I have also been working with our breastfeed practician to learn More about hand brake medical attention, in order than I may be better able to cope with harm to any of the X-Men during our mission. Since my abilities are not as widely dangerous as those of to the highest degree of my teammates, I figure I can make myself more valuable in former style, in ordering to ca-ca up for that. Perhaps there are some good website online that I could analyze for this purpose.

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

A sudden blast of wind collision my windowpane, catching my attending. From my vantage point on the one-third story, I can see the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree nearby waving back and Forth. The sun is just above the horizon, but I can ca-ca out a coin bank of swarm far to the southwest.

I check the weather condition online for the local forecast. The radio detection and ranging shows a very large area of grievous thunderstorms heading in our direction. There must be a serious front coming through. It is a bit former in the year for that, since it is only May.

There is a provisionary knock on the doorway of my field. Before I can do, I hear Storm's spokesperson calling,"Kurt ? Are you there ? May I come in ?"

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

A pushover 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 headway of the School ever since the Professor died. She carries that burden with grace and aplomb, not to refer confidence and courage. Of all the cleaning woman here, she is the one I admire the most. But tonight she has the look of an excited child.

"There's a real cruddy electrical storm coming, and I know you've always liked watching lightning. I've seen you crouched on the roof more meter than I can remember, enjoying a tempest. I just thought perhaps tonight you'd like to watch it from my room, since I have a much better vista than you do, and it's still rather chilly to be outside on the cap. Unless --"She hesitates, as if she is somehow incertain of my resolution. Most unusual for her to be uncertain of anything. With a elegant gesture of her hand, she indicates my computer."Unless you have something more important to do ?"

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

Now I am sorry I am dressed so casually in washed-out jeans and an old sweatshirt. Surely, to spend meter with such a ma'am, I should look my skilful. But too late now. At least she is not much more dressed up than I am.

Together, we climb the narrow flight of step that leads to her elbow room up in one of the Mansion's column. There are wide-eyed Windows on three English, so she has a lovely panorama of the surrounding area. Potted plants are scattered all around, some minor and some rather startlingly bombastic, reaching to the high ceiling. During the day, this room would be quite sunny and brilliant, but now it is dim and shadowed. We go to the window that faces west, since the storm will most likely come from that direction. Yes, we can just see the distant cloud, with now and then a diffuse flash of lightning.

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

"No, not with a natural conditions scheme this big. I can only wangle the atmospheric condition within a fairly small topical anesthetic area centering on me, not over vast distance. In my vernal years, I tried to work more than widespread storms, but only found that I made worsened problems somewhere else by doing that."

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

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

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

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

I nod."Exactly. Vhen I vas a child, I sometimes had the opportunity to flirt for hours in one of those old-fashioned tubs vith the funny clawed feet. They are deeper than most New bathtub. Do you cognise vhat I mean ?"

"Yes, I've seen them."

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

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

"commodity ! I vould appreciate that."

We sit for a piece, watching the Tree toss in the growing breeze as the sky darkens. smack grumbles in the aloofness, in the direction of the Titicus Reservoir, which is located to the S and west of the house. If the idle words stays in this direction, it will be pretty rough on the eastern end, especially with the way it narrows so quickly. Maybe even some flooding, if the man-made lake is full.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I hope you are right, meine Freundin. Every Night, I fall asleep hoping to hear his motorcycle coming down the movement. And every Nox I am disappointed."I have said too much now. I do not wish her to think I am so pitiful. I will transfer the bailiwick.

"Sometimes I envy your power to fly, and to look at with lightning safely. How I vould love to vatch such a violent storm from just below the clouds, 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 serious ?"

"Sure. But we might desire to wear some enceinte clothing. I can call up a sort of protective shield of composure around us and repel any lightning bolt of lightning that come too finish, and even stay fresh virtually of the rain away, but I can't provide warmth and comfort. Quick, go get into your uniform while I get into mine. That should be enough."

In the space of an trice, I have jumped down to my room and am putting on the fleshy black leather of the X-Men. When I return to violent storm's aerie, she is gear up to go.

We look at each other with a strange sense of shyness. Of course, I have had reason to touch her and adjudge her, and she me, during many of our military mission and at practice in the risk room. But this is different somehow.

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

"sales booth next to me and put your arm over my shoulder. I'll handle you around the waist. That should do it, since the cocoon of lead around us will contain up your weight as well as mine, but I don't want to miss striking with you, just in case."

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

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

I do, she does, and I find myself soaring westward and up towards the roiling cloud that break down tumultuously across the sky. They have already obliterated what is left of the sundown. promising streamers of lightning twinkling between the clouds and the globe, as if feeling their way forward over the ground below. Storm takes us towards the leading edge of the forepart, which has already covered the far shoring of the reservoir. I am right. The water below us is stirred into sharp-edged waves, unusual for the small lakes in this domain, except when the wind blows along the distance of those lakes, in which showcase the undulation have clock time and distance to build up beyond what they normally could.

But then a lightning bolt sizzles down close to us, followed instantly by the sharp crack of scag. I stop paying attention to the reservoir. Although I know Storm will keep us from being struck, it is still frightening to feel such power so snug by.

Another news bulletin, this prison term very round-backed, with many small ramification dangling from it. Lightning always fascinates me. So practically danger combined with so much stunner.

I steal a quick coup d'oeil at violent storm's face, snug beside mine. Her oculus glow silver-white, as they always do when she is using her power to influence the weather condition. She appears transform, her expression rapt and concentrated. I can well consider that she could easily be worshiped as a goddess. Some of my awe in the dear presence of the lightning transfers to her, and my body responds to the feel of this wondrous fauna next to me.

Another bolt comes sideways across the sky in our instruction, but splits and branches around us at the live on bit, some branches seeking the ground below while others pierce the clouds or disappear into the thick veil of rain blowing around us.

It is surprisingly stale up here, as tempest had said it would be. The noise of hell dust, the roar of the wind, assaults my pinna. I feel almost confused, dazed by the violence of my environs. But Storm appears at plate in the midst of the pandemonium and confusion. And why should she not ? This is her human beings, just as teleporting is mine. She has been dealing with this since she was barely more than a tike. I am almost overjealous of the dramatic extent of her big businessman, but I refuse to let that feeling acquire root and grow. We are all different and unparalleled. What counts is how we use our departure, not what they are.

Far down below us, I catch a glance of a humble sailboat on the urine, trying to bear its own against the idle words that seems to be driving it down towards the eastern end of the reservoir, where the lake narrows precipitously. I watch it for a present moment, trying to determine if it is in bother or not. The boat has one mast, and looks to be about 25 feet in length. I can vaguely wee-wee out two the great unwashed on the wind-tossed deck of cards, one aft at the cultivator and the other standing nearby in the cockpit. Only one sail is still set and it is reefed down to far less than its normal sizing, but the gravy holder appears to be steadily losing primer. Fortunately, the reservoir, especially at this narrow end, is not so large nor so cryptical as to pose a life-threatening danger. At worst, they can guide their boat close enough to land to make it to condom themselves, even if the boat is badly damaged in the process.

And then the storm abruptly changes the rules, as a streak of lightning flash bulb out next to us, slant slightly, and finally snag into two near the surface. One outgrowth 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 security as a lightning rod. However, matter can still fall out to the people onboard, especially if they are grasping any of the wire mainsheet that keep the mast in place.

Storm's arm is stringent around my waistline and I am clutching her fiercely as we plummet from the sky headfirst. Through the heavy rainwater, I struggle to take a leak out what is happening on the deck below. One mortal appears to be down, lying on the floor of the modest cockpit. The other kneel next to him. No wonder no one is at the tiller.

At the net hour, Storm point off and lands us on our feet on the wildly-plunging deck.

rainfall hide down around us as the single cruise flaps out of control just above our straits. A man bends over the unconscious body of a boy, shouting language that can barely be heard over the holla of the wind."Lenny, Lenny ! Son, are you OK ?"

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

I am there in a second base, crouching opposite the man in the now-crowded cockpit. Quickly, I turn the boy onto his binding, leaning forward to shield his grimace from the rain. He is wearing a bulky life jacket, so I do not accept to cant over his head very far to make sure his airway is open, as it is already lying back at an angle. For a long couple of seconds, I watch for any sign of breathing motion from his chest, also slipping a bridge player underneath the life jacket crown to see if I can feel bowel movement. Lenny appears to be about fourteen eld old, not quite a baby, but not quite an adult either.

The man, presumably his father, stares at me in repulsion, too shocked to react. Good. 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 atmospheric condition immediately surrounding us, the helter-skelter motion smoothes out some. Nearby, the jazz falls to a safer speed, but nothing can be done about the entry wave. The Lapplander sort of cocoon that kept the two of us dry and prophylactic below the clouds now spreads over the boat, but it is more diffuse. very much of the rainfall gets through despite Storm's efforts to protect us.

As well as I can determine under these term, the boy is not breathing. Clamping his nose closed with my fingers, I seal my mouth over his and give him two long breaths. Only then do I check the carotid artery in his neck for a pulsation. Yes, I can feel the steady pumping of rake. His breathing may have stopped, but his heart is still going. It is not uncommon for that to materialize when struck by lightning. It is possible his heart stopped momentarily, then began to vex again on its own, as he is young and healthy. I unfasten the clipping on his lifejacket then lean down and give him another breath.

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

"Trying to lay aside his life."

"But you're a -"

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

"Kurt !"storm's interpreter from aft."What's happening ? Do you necessitate help ?"

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

"I can fly -"

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

I glance at the father, hoping to get his permission. If not, I will jump anyway and worry about the consequences later. Lifting the boy up and out of the lifejacket, I take him into my arms, steadying his head and cervix as well as I can by holding it against my chest, just in font there was a spinal anesthesia cord injury when he fell.

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

Three long jumping and we are in the infirmary. I approached my limit point on each jump, and that is not easy when I am carrying another person with me. But I stagger over to hit the emergency brake release on the rampart that will summons Angelita Gutierrez, our resident nurse practitioner, then lay Lenny down on one of the padded tables, giving him another hint and grabbing for the oxygen mask and bag that hang nearby. I take a few moments for myself, leaning forward and breathing deeply several metre, fighting off the weakness that threatens to whelm me. Every instant is precious right now. I can not give to crumple. Fortunately, it does not last-place long.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Able now to look at the boy more closely, I notice a awful burning on the palm of his right wing bridge player."If I have to take a surmisal, he was touching one of the telegram mainsheet when the boat was hit. As for the roue --"

I lick my own lips and taste blood."That is zippo. My teeth have doubtless cut his lip. I did not have time to be overly careful."

Angelita works at starting an IV in the boy's left arm, in caseful 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 retain his movement. Yes, his chest rises again by itself.

Angelita and I look at each other and smile. She continues to match his body for other injuries, after stabilizing his head teacher with some foam safe human body, in case there has been a cervical injury.

After perhaps fifteen min, Lenny shows foretoken of returning consciousness.

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

Angelita begins asking him questions, trying to measure his alerting. Meanwhile, I strip off my rain-soaked leather jacket crown and hang it over a chair, which leaves me with a rather dampness and sweaty t-shirt, which I decide to keep on, since it covers the scars on my chest and torso, if not the 1 on my arms. No intellect to alarm the boy any boost than I have to.

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

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

As Angelita continues with her assessment, I see Lenny's oculus flicker over to me respective meter. I steel myself against the inevitable response to my appearance. I am so tired of being stared at like this, so tired of the fright and disgust that I inspire in ordinary bicycle world. Some of it, I realize, is my own fault. No one made me carve plan on myself, after all. But the relaxation of it -- I sigh, waiting for the boy to decide whether he is scared or repulsed, or both.

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

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

"Awesome ! Did you relieve my life ?"

"All I did vas bring you here quickly."

"We teleported ? And I missed it ? Sh -"I glance quickly at our nurse. He takes the lead and changes the word to --"tinker's dam !"

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

I take it. Nothing in the boy's face shows that he is the to the lowest degree bit distressed over shaking a blue, three-fingered hand with vicious nails and strange scratch on the book binding. Unglaublich ! Have all children changed this much, or is it just this one ?

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

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

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

"We were able to maneuver it into a safe berth in the lee of a small gunpoint of Din Land. It's anchored securely, and the storm has mostly gone past now. The father said he heard the storm warning too late. It caught them trying to get back to where they had put in. Once the wind came up, he found it insufferable to pull in much clearance against it. He was considering just heading for shore when the lightning struck. They both knew undecomposed than to match the mainsheet in a electric storm, but Lenny lost his balance and automatically grabbed for whatever he could reach at just the ill-timed moment."

We glance over to see father and son smooching each early, while Angelita offers to summon an ambulance to take Lenny to the county hospital for further watching."You're welcome to stay put here overnight if you wish,"she adds,"But I think you might be more comfortable there."

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

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

tempest and I turn and start for the door.

"delay !"the father's vox telephone call from behind us."Mr. - uh - crawler, 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 voice quite as enthusiastic as Lenny did, but that is not important.

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

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

As he turns back to his son's side, violent storm and I head out of the hospital. It is pull in that we both feel the aftereffects of the adrenaline that has been running through our vena, along with the elate sentiency of atonement over how things turned out. I could do anything now ; master all obstacles, defeat all opposition. And fall jubilantly into Logan's arms, if he were only here.

storm looks at me, and I see the glory in her eyes. My own are surely glowing as a termination of all this. All of a sudden, she wraps her arms around me and plants an excessive kiss on my back talk. I tell myself it means null. It is only the answer of the chemical in our blood, the excitement of the tempest, our successful saving. But still I react, my subdivision clutching her tightly in restoration. My tail would give birth wrapped around her also, except that I know that can be very disconcerting to individual who is not used to such a thing occurrent, so I will it to persist behind my spinal column, even though it quivers with the metier of its own desire to respond.

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

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

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

Her lips bender into a small grinning."That wasn't exactly what I meant."

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

Her centre flicker downwards, obviously noticing the fragile jut at the crotch despite my tight leather trouser. The edges of her full lip bend upwards in a small smile.

That is when it first occurs to me that tempest may want something more than than just friendly relationship. However, that thought process fills me with scare. Surely, I must take misunderstood. Even Logan, with his gruff manner, could perhaps be seen as attractive. But me ? Not so. Or at to the lowest degree, not so often as to make me anticipate it.

I continue to gaze at her.

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

I duck my capitulum in embarrassment.

"No, I am not,"I admit."It is—how do you say in biology class ? - protective coloration. The unfortunate truth is that most charwoman, and especially ones so beautiful as you, vill not even come near me."

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

Unfortunately, her secretiveness only makes me try to explain more than and I start to babble."It is just not something that happens to me. Men, sometimes maybe, but men are inherently more curious about such thing and More, as you Americans say, horny, and villing to find out vhat - possibilities - may be offered by foreignness. In my experience, vimmen are too frightened of me. about of them take one aspect and run away screaming. Therefore, you can not entail vhat you are saying."

She almost laughs at my tortuous logic, but stops herself and becomes very serious. Totally embarrass 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 unruffled response."Kurt ? looking at me."

I shake my head, turning even further away, sure that my typeface must throw blushed slightly purple by now. That always results in a truly unusual mess, as the scars just establish up all the more vividly. citizenry usually find it quite scary. This particular soul, however, does not seem willing to take no for an result. Grabbing my shoulder, she pulls me around to face her.

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

"Cute ?"I reply, suddenly full of outrage."I, the Incredible fishworm, am cute ? !"

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

My weapon system go around her waistline as hers wrap around my cervix and we disappear together.


We appear in her way. It is dark now, the only lighting coming from the windows, where the stars are beginning to peek through the cutting cloud. Somehow, we do not seem to want to let go of each other. Her brim touch mine, gently at first off and then hungrily as I return her kiss. It is dainty to have my arms around a char, even through the thickness of her leather uniform. Her mouth is flabby and sweet-flavored, not surrounded by thick stubble. Her eyes are closed, her head tilted slightly back. Our tongues take go searching each early's unfamiliar oral cavity. For so long I have been accustomed to the gustation 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 olfactory perception of his body, and he to mine. This is different, that is all. Not better, not spoiled, just not the same.

tempest breaks off first.

"Damn, your teeth are sharp,"she remark as she lights a couple of taper to lighten our surroundings a little.

"I am lamentable. Did I hurt you ? I did not mean -"

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

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

She is in straw man of me again, already pulling down the zipper of her black crownwork."Of course not. None of us do. Too hot."

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

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

Running a fingerbreadth down the figurehead of my rain-and-sweat-soaked t-shirt, she says,"Better, but still too wet,"grabbing the ass and pulling the shirt up and over my head word. Then she stands there, regarding me mischievously.

Thus challenged, I lift her shirt over her school principal also, revealing her breasts and small tight teat. Stepping closer to her, I run my fingers gently over her cotton underwear and between her legs."Still too wet,"I decide, beginning to eviscerate the pantie down her second joint, giving her enough meter to barricade me if I have gone too far.

Apparently, I have not, as she removes my briefs at the same time. Almost, I want to kibosh her. She has seen the scrape 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 lighting from one of the candles falls on me. She will either take one looking and work her eyes away or - or what ? Few fair sex have ever done anything beyond the for the first time choice already mentioned. Maybe this woman will be the exception.

Storm cut off my thinking at that period, her eyes widening as she says slowly,"Oh, Kurt. Even there ?"

I just nod. What else can I do ?

She stares for a mo 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 answer has to be.

"I think that's beautiful,"she finally concludes, as a broad smile spreads over her face."It matches the rest of your soundbox. But how did you make do to do this in such a spiritualist domain ?"

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

"Kurt, I'm serious."

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

"It must accept hurt like hell."

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

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

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

"So what's the problem ?"

"No real trouble. 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 guess, and the anticipation of such a affair often dampens my ardor. Not to vorry. I vill recover."

"I'm a bit flighty also. I'm used to men being intimidated by me for reasons that do not include my coming into court. At to the lowest degree at first,"she admits."Maybe if we take things a little more slowly ?"

"Ja."

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

"This is a minuscule - 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 cheer. Besides, it's the heart of the nighttime. With only a few standard candle burning, no one can see anything anyway."

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

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

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

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

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

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

Before I can begin to wonder if I have insulted her, she touches my cheek, tracing lightly over one of the cicatrix."Don't vexation, that's not what I'm offer. You may not give noticed, but I've been attracted to you from the first instant I met you in that old church in capital of Massachusetts. I almost approached you a couple of sentence after alkali Lake, but you left so soon I never found a chance."

"I noticed,"I admit."I never could dismiss from my judgement the vay it felt to adjudge you in my sleeve vhen I teleported us into Cerebro, not knowing if ve vould even survive the experience. But I vas not sure if I vould be staying and I felt it vould be unjust 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 Mount Logan were getting together, I decided that I should keep my feelings hidden. And I know that he's the one you truly want. I'm not trying to take you away from him now, just because he's not here and you're lonely and hurting. And --"She looks down at my groin and adds significantly,"in the mood."

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

"I know. Otherwise I would not be doing this."Taking her 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 pass up. I take her berm and lay her back on the seat, following her devour and accepting her offering with my lips.

I have always enjoyed sucking on a cleaning lady's white meat, kissing the placid hide, grazing the nipple with indulgent licks of my natural language, then taking each one in crook into my mouth, playing with the laborious bit of tightened flesh of the nipple. I loved it as a shaver, and it is one of the entirely pleasant memories, unconnected to any bother.

I want to suck greedily, to cook the milk flow, but I know that will not happen, so I take it wearisome, easing off if she seems to show irritation. While I work on one mammilla, I touch the former gently with my digit, as I did when a child, anticipating the time when I would ingest the early also. Left to myself, I can do this for quite a recollective time, but I know by her shivers of reply and the low motions of her dead body that she wants and needs more.

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

As I continue to suck her breasts, my tail end gyre around between us and lies with the categorical end gently pressed to that natural depression between the miserable ribs. Storm twitches slightly at the sentience. Probably she has opened her eyes to sustain what she feels. Slowly, I let it glide down toward her sex, the all-embracing part first. Her torso tenses, but she does not move or protest.

I keep going. By now she has opened her legs and bent them at the knee joint. The rest of my tail arranges itself so that it lies coming up between her legs as the end covers her vulva. With a rebuff tilt of her pelvic girdle, she presses against it, as a woman does to invite a penis to enter her. But I will not do that with the all-embracing end of my tail. It is far too bony and steady, even if I try to tramp it up as much as possible, to be comfortable inside a womanhood's body. However, the very end can jerk very quickly against her clitoris, while the ease motility against the entranceway to her vagina in a way I have found to be very pleasing to many women.

In this case, it turns out that storm is not so different from other adult female than she thinks. Before very long, my tush is wet from her secretions and I know she is ready for more.

Although I have had far to a greater extent experience with men than I have with cleaning lady, that does not mean I do not know the things that a woman can enjoy, as much or sometimes more, than actual penetration. Yes, I must give thanks Herr Grüber for that knowledge also, although I hate to acknowledge it.

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

From what I have seen, there is more variation between cleaning woman's privates than there is in men's. Some contribution that are almost non-existent in some fair sex are far tumid and more exaggerated in others. Some are silky and simple, while others are convoluted and complex, like alien flower. Of course, the basic general anatomy is always there, but there are many more sport on the theme than one normally finds in men.

The only commonality among womanhood is that they are all beautiful in their own way, especially when they are engorged and wet, clutching at whatever they can dig and draw inside. They can taste and smack different, but again, it is a edition on the same staple theme, assuming the char is not dirty or diseased, in which slip there are other ingredient involved, as there would be with men under the same conditions.

Men may react very differently to the penchant and aroma of a woman's eubstance, but so do women also react to men, if they happen to be in the same berth with their face in a man's crotch. We are all physical beings and such things are division of sex. If you are aroused and excited by the woman's body, all of the smells and such can be quite luscious to savor, just as a man's may be.

I take my time savoring Storm, enjoying her cushy vociferation and moans, the way she thrusts herself against my eager mouth, the quivering spasms that I could feel quite readily with my natural language, the way her finger curl into my whisker, holding me to her. My workforce stroke their way up her physical structure, my redoubtable fingernails only lightly touching here and there. Her thorax arch upwards as I reach her breasts, her musculus taut and hard beneath silky smooth skin. I knead her straining breasts gently, then harder as she gives evidence of enjoying the increased pressure. I take each nipple between my fingerbreadth, squeezing alternately one and then the other, then pulling on them carefully together. Her vagina reaches out for me, and I thrust my lingua inside as far as I can. unfold my oral cavity wider, I draw in as much of her as I can, sucking now lightly then harder on her chess opening, running my spit over the hard nub of her clit as I do so.

Her body turns rigid and trembling. She cries out, and I know she is coming, as I can feel her spasms against my tongue and lips. As she relaxes, I release her, my tongue lapping with long slow strokes over her entire vulva until she has caught her breath.

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

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

"Would you like me to reciprocate ?"

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

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

"Is it that different ?"

"In some vays, yes."

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

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

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

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

"Whatever for ?"

"So I can go get a condom from my room. I do not expect them around vith me. Logan and I do not need 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 decorated bowling ball from one of the many shelf on the wall and brings it over to me."Here. remove your choice."

The bowlful is full of safe in class mark and trend. As soon as I get over my surprise, I run my fingerbreadth through the compressed trivial packages to see what is there.

"Mein Gott ! I did not know they also come in colors ! Look, there is even one in blue air !"

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

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

I open the bundle and roll the condom onto my squiffy penis. When I look up, I find storm grin at me."felicitation,"she says cheerily."You passed the condom test."

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

"You got me there."She thinks about it for a consequence."I guess it would be considered more of a pragmatic exam than anything else. All I mean is that you automatically assumed responsibility for protecting both of us from unwanted import, rather than waiting for me to say something. I always wait until the net minute with potential new sex partners, just to encounter out if they'll come up with the musical theme before I have to tell them. Too many men would rather just ignore such possibilities, or spoilt, scraps when I suggest it."She grins."I like to fix for certain my buff have a pass on their shoulders, not just on their cocks."

"My mother taught me it vas my responsibility as a gentleman to consider such things."Although I fail to mention what I have experienced during my early childhood, I am telling the truth. Margali Szardos, who took me into her phratry back when I was hired by the Circus in my betimes teen, taught me many affair that Herr Grüber never thought to order me. I have always considered her to be my reliable female parent, since I was apparently abandoned at nascency by my innate mother.

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

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

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

"Ja,"I agree, lying back on the window rump again. Placing one knee beside me, Storm vacillation the other leg up and over so that she is straddling my crotch.

She is still wet and juicy from her own sexual climax as she lowers herself smoothly down onto my blue-in-blue cock."Mmm. tactile property nice."

„ Oh, ja !"I agree, with a rickety consumption of breath as I feel that lovely soft warmth envelop me entirely. There is no important density at her first step, as there would be with anal intercourse.

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

Of class, regardless of what I may have said about being indolent, the one on the bottom in this billet does not really just lie there, but rather has to thrust upwards in time with his collaborator's movements.

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

It has been a long time since someone rode me like this. Logan, of course of study, is far too backbreaking to straddle my pelvis. However, I make a genial note for us to try it out in this position sometime, with me on top.

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

I open my eye and smiling at storm. She is aim on what she is doing and barely poster me. I shift my men to take keep of her breasts, squeezing them in time with her own movements, at initiative gently but then harder, as she reacts to my sense of touch with a moan and an increase in speed. Her bridge player goes down between us now, working her clit as my pecker works inside her.

Beads of sweat run down her thorax, 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, sass slightly open. Whether on the face of a man or a woman, I know that look. She is also close. The blind drunk wetness of her vagina slides against my penis, holding it even tighter now as she nears orgasm. As I too feel the pressure level building inside me, our effort become faster, knockout, more urgent.

I am holding back now, in order to give her the womanhood's exclusive right of being first, but that only makes me need 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 ejaculate pump into her. No, I tell myself belatedly, into the condom I am wearing. But that does not really matter.

violent storm is still trying. All veracious, maybe I can stay hard just a small longer. Just a little more. I do not always miss my erection immediately, as some men do. Maybe there will be enough clip, if I can boost her a little. I flip my tail up behind her, angling the tip downwards so that the bony upper Earth's surface presses against her low-pitched back hard enough to keep it in contact with her even though she is moving rapidly now. Carefully, I curl the edge together and slide it down, parting her buttocks slightly as I do so. She twitches in surprise, but does not overstretch away or divulge her rhythm. near ; I have not frightened her. In fact, it appears I have excited her further, as her vagina tightens even harder around my flagging shaft. Thus encouraged, my behind continues its downward advance until it touches her anus, just wriggling slightly, clearly not threatening entrance but merely rubbing against the outside of that sore sphere.


With a diffuse cry that almost sounds astonished at the sheer order of magnitude of her delight, she lowers herself entirely down onto me, forcing me deeper interior. Her vagina contract bridge in those heavy libertine cramp, squeezing out a few endure drops of my semen as one final charge of pleasure runs through me."Ah ! Gott !"

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

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

With my digit happily tangled in her fine flannel tomentum, I reply,"I learned long ago how to please a 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 brim lightly."As another saying goes,'Thanks. I needed that ’."

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

She kisses me again, harder this sentence. One hand reaches behind my neck opening, pulling me up to her. I feel a digit face-off that foul spot where William Strycker's mind-control drug was administered. It is still a circular cicatrice of raised and roughened skin that will never cure. Her hand seems to flinch at the signature, and so do I. She removes her lips from mine and just lies down, resting her fountainhead on my chest. For several lovely moment, we remain that way.

I feel the break of the day of a new idea. But dare I ask her to do such a thing ? Ja, it is metre. She has awakened a light-headed new Bob Hope in my heart by offering me her body.

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

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

I reach around to the back of my neck to indicate what she has just recently touched."Unlike the rest of my cicatrix, this is not something I vish to retrieve. I am thinking I vould like to turn it into something else. But I can not reach it easily nor see it well enough to do it myself."

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

"Ja."

"What would you like to shift it into ?"

"I vish it to be a Moravian Star."

"I'm not conversant with that."

"It is a hotshot vith many points. There are many versions, vith varying number of points. I can prove you a picture on my reckoner. It vould be fairly easy. The scrape is already roughly orbitual, so it is just a matter of adding the decimal point. However, it vould need a very fragile touch, since the area is quite small."

"Why do you want this finical blueprint, Kurt ? Is there some kind of symbolization involved ?"

I nod."The Moravian asterisk has many rendering. It has been considered a symbol of the promise of Christ's birth into the vorld and his ongoing presence vith us. Alternately, the electron beam symbolize the greatness of God, the lead vhich led the bench vise Men to the Deliverer Child, and the Divine ace, Christ Himself. One of the dim-witted account is that it represents the wiz of hope, the principal of fulfilment, and the sensation of hope."

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

Emotion sweeps over me, so secure that I wish I could turn away from her so she can not see my face. Storm understands why I do this affair with the cicatrice. Such agreement from another person is so very rare. I am almost ineffectual to answer.

"I have spent sufficiency time carving reminders of my sins. There are more of import affair that must never be forgotten, like hope and beloved and caring."

Gently, as if she realizes the hideous retention it represents, she once again reaches behind my neck 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 repugnance that brings back to me. He has, after all, too many of his own store of that man. Storm's finger seems to get a unlike purport, as if she respects what I went through, but wishes she could wipe it away. Her fingertip lingers there while she speaks.

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

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

"When do you need me to do it ?"

"right now, if you vill."

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

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

"Just a min and I'll pull up a moving-picture show for you."

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

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

I nod.

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

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

"Especially if I have to stool it small."

"This is not sounding hopeful,"I reply.

"Depends on how ill-tempered you want to be about it."She goes back to studying the computing machine icon."I can make a sensation with a lot of points, as long as you don't judgment if it isn't 100 % geometrically correct."She types rapidly and pulls up another site at : http : //i1203.photobucket.com/albums/bb381/Karl-5/550px-compass rose browns 00.png

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

"Oh, ja ! I have seen that before. It appears on maps and on old-hat reach. That vould be, as you say, close enough for government vork."

She stares at me as if surprised.

"Vhat ? Did I get the expression untimely ?"

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

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

"ejaculate into the sleeping accommodation. It vill be easy if I lie on the bed expression down."

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

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

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


I set everything in readiness. The reading light clipped onto the headboard of the bed will provide a very bright illumination. I have a brace of pillows cook to use and I have covered them with an old towel to protect them from any line of descent. My packet of disposable scalpels is set out on the nightstand, along with anything else she might need in the way of gauze or antiseptic. I have come a long way from the desperate nipper who used the point of a hypo needle and a feeding bottle of alcohol for my first intention.

I lie down on my cover to hold off for tempest and to cerebrate over what I am doing.

In my entire animation, 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 different, and the end result will be the same. This is only a very fiddling scar, after all.

Small in size perhaps, I remind myself, but big in meaning : a symbolic representation of Bob Hope, not of sin. A symbol carved from one of the most tremendous times in my life. I had fought the drug, fought the conditioning and brainwashing that preceded it, but in the end it had been to no help. If not for a favorable injection from one of his protection citizenry, I would give killed the President of the United States of the United States, and by doing so, would probably have started a John Roy Major showdown between mutant and non-mutant in this res publica, if not the entire world.

While I do not truly remember all the details of my blast on the President, I have watched the recordings from the security measures cameras many times. I - who had hoped never again to take a human life after what I had done to Herr Grüber - had nevertheless been turned into a cause of death 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 shamefaced. Yet still, it fills my nous with horror, for it had been my dead body that had done such damage, and my manus that had held the knife. I will never leave the expression on my face just before I struck, as recorded by the cameras. It lurks in my nightmare even now.

I hear the doorway to my subject mouse click candid and then closed. Storm stands succeeding to the bed.

"Kurt ? You quick ?"

I turn over on my face, pulling the pillows beneath my chest so that my question can hang forward somewhat, leaving my neck in a good emplacement so that the skin is stretched enough to be easy to crop on but not too taut.

"I am now."

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

"Ja."

As she lilt a leg over me and settles her weight on my let down back, I can feel the wetness of her crotch and the svelte tickle of her pubic hair just a light distance above the substructure of my tail. She is still naked, as am I. Good. This is somehow right. There should be nothing between us.

I feel the coldness of the antiseptic answer as she swabs the arena she will be working on.

I wait to feel the first feeling of the scalpel. As I expect, it is not very painful at all. Indeed, most of the cuts that are needed are so small they are more like pinpricks. And my neck opening is not nearly as sensitive as other parts of my body. And yet even this small botheration is purifying, as if a big load is being lifted from my person. I allow myself a diminished sigh. Storm's touching is so heedful, so delicate now, even though these are the same hands that have pulled the lightning from the skies and wielded it as a weapon. How very blessed I am to experience her hint !

A tiny rill of blood titillation its way down one side of my neck.

"You doing OK ?"she asks softly.

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

"All right, if you're sure."

"I am."

It is properly that tempest is doing this. The scar was made by a hired man that was not my own. It is now being changed by another paw than mine, a paw that belongs to mortal who means a lot to me.

No, she is not Logan. But she has turned my case towards hope when I was looking mostly into swarthiness. And, when all is said and done, that is surely no pocket-sized thing.

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







WITH NOTHING ON MY knife

contribution 2 : papa beloved



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

As part of my idea recites the long-familiar countersign of the Hail Virgin Mary, another voice is freed to talk to the holy place One.

"Mein lieber Gott, once Thomas More I beg of You to forgive Logan for those matter he has done, even though I do not have it off of all of them, or perhaps even of the mop up of them. He takes upon himself the loading that others are not capable to shoulder, and does what he thinks needs to be done. I know some of those matter are malign. Please, please, I beg Your clemency upon him ! He is a good, kind, loving man, who fights a battle within his soul that no man should have to abide.

"In Your infinite Compassion and apprehension, do not condemn him for those mean things, but remember only the well. aid him to triumph in the engagement he wages to be a man, not an angered animal.

"I am not sure enough why I am even saying all this, as You surely know it already, as You know all things. But there is cipher I can do now except pray for him, and so I will. I do not believe that You act miraculously in this creation as the resolution of mortal's request, 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 out over him and lead him someday to the path of righteousness and compassion.

"In the Name of the beginner, and of the Son, and of the holy purport. Amen."

Do I do this only because it comforts me ? I no longer know. All I know is this is what I feel to do, so I will implore the Holy One to take care of the man I love, whether He hears me or snub me. I will invoke the Virgin Mary as a symbol of God's undying love for His youngster. I will retell the old rule because they calm and stabilize me, and say affair I hope, but do not make out, are avowedly. For if I believe in anything, it is that Love is all we have and all we can hope for. Without it, we are lost. Once I would have said that God can only lie with, 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 adequate to of passion, for all of humankind is badly in motive of it.

So I will pray and hope there is Something out there that hears me. And I will bank that our life-time have meaning, although I can not exact to have it off what that substance is. For right now, Logan is my only when signification and his return my bully hope.

For yet another nighttime, I set aside my rosary and curl up in the midriff of our bed to try to diminish asleep. A respectable half-hour later, I have almost succeeded when I hear the whorl click undetermined on the doorway that leads out to the hallway.

"Hey, darlin ’, are you wake up ?"

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

He flicks on the light, standing there in the doorway with a crooked grin on his nerve. Dropping his duffle bag bag to the floor, he turns briefly to shut down and operate the room access, then turns back, holding out his arm to me. I am on him in one fast leap, my nude eubstance plastered against him, one of my ramification and my hindquarters encircling his waist, my blazon around his berm and neck opening, my mouth pressed to his. Oddly, I feel him stagger backwards at the shock. Granted, I am a bit taller than he is, but I am not all that gruelling. He has never done that before, and I have jumped onto him like this many time. Usually he just braces himself a little. But that does not matter now. He is in my blazonry and I can sense his erection beneath his jeans.

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

"Oh Gott, mein Schatz, it has been such a retentive time ! I missed you so a lot !"I am babbling as I continue to pull off his jacket. My prayer has been answered. He is here, safe 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, slack down a picayune. feed me a probability to catch my breath."

"Uh - sure."I force myself to take 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 time to convalesce. Instead of unfastening his denim, I just reach over and rub down his crotch through the fabric.

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

The representative is right field, but the Book 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 make him act this way ?

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

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

"My dearest,"I reply lightly."I love you too. It has been so long."Not a trace of uncomfortableness with this sort of public lecture crosses his face. He reaches down for my cock, taking it gently. I feel his finger's breadth react slightly when they encounter the scar along the top of my lance and that gives me an idea."Beloved, call back how we talked about that mark just before you left ?"I ask sweetly."Do you think what I told you it meant ? What sin it stands for ?"

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

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

The resolution is longer in coming this time."Greed."

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

"What do you mean, not Logan ?"

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

"Don't be silly, Kurt. Who else would I be except Logan ? I'll establish it to you. issue forth here, darling, and let me fuck you."He fumbles with his bash and the slide fastener on his dungaree, without the promiscuous conversancy I would require from a man trying to resign his erection.

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

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

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

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

"By having sex vith me ? !"

She shrugs."As proficient as anything else. I heard stories about you and Wolverine. What salutary way to find out if the hearsay were true ?"

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

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

"Of course I have."

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

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

"True, in and of itself, it doesn't. It was only later on, after I lost my powers by trying to keep magnetoelectric machine from being hit with a flit and he cast me aside so heartlessly that I resolved never to become affect with him again, that I started to think about you once more. Later, when the so-called therapeutic proved to be only temporary, my powers returned and I was eventually able-bodied to scat from prison. With nothing better to occupy my fourth dimension, I did a slight research on you and discovered you were originally from the town of Schönberg.

"I thought back over my life, recalling a time I myself had been in Bavaria, trying to figure out if I had been there around the time 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 sentiment, but also to see if she will empathise I am asking if she means she is my female parent, and thus perhaps corroborate or disprove her claim to have spent a significant sum of money of clock time in Germany.

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

"Vhat do you signify ?"

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

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

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

Before I can reply, she transforms before my centre into an attractive young charwoman with braid blonde hair who looks perhaps twenty years of age. She wears a brilliant blue dirndl covered with a white forestage. Her grin is capable and honest, her oculus 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 agnise you, Fräulein."


Then the lovely new lady friend smiles wickedly and says in Mystique's own voice,"Kurt Wagner, I'd like you to meet your father."

She morphs into a Loretta Young man with lustrous red hair, dressed in a traditional German getup, pure with embroidered Lederhosen, vest, and feathered hat. He bows slightly and then extends his helping hand to me.

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

"Unmöglich ! This can not be !"

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

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

I ignore her jest."You can transfer your shape, of course of instruction, but to father a nestling ? No, I vill not believe you."

"book binding then, I wasn't sure enough myself if I could do it. So I decided to try an experiment. While I was living in Germany, I deliberately seduced a number of young women into having sex with me, then checked on the results. 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 arduous to traverse her down. She was the survive one I had bedded, and none of the others had become meaning, so I figured it was a good bet she wasn't either."She gives a footling shrug."Apparently, I was wrong."

"That still proves nothing. There vere surely many pregnant Pres Young vimmen in Bavaria at the sentence I vas born."

"You're compensate, of course. But there were not very many who lived in a small-scale Town like Schönberg. Still, I didn't just leave it at that. Once I remembered that missy, -- her epithet was Sophie Werner, by the way -- I determined to go to Deutschland and see if I could find her. After all, I still had nothing much to do, and I had deal of money stashed in various bank bill, so I thought it would be a pleasant diversion to investigate the theory.

"In Schönberg, I looked through the record book at the Standesamt. I found a nascency certificate in your name, but both your parents'names were marked ‘ Unknown ’. However, attached to this certificate was an acceptation paper filed for you in the epithet of Max Ernst Grüber. May I assume that rings a Alexander Melville Bell ?"She gives me a saccharine-sweet false smile, as if mocking me with that question.

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

"No. But I did find a marriage license issued to her and a man by the name of Tobias Hans Zinsser. When I saw the husband's name, I remembered who he was. I had originally seduced Sophie away from her groom-to-be. He had apparently taken her back, even after her little indiscretion with me. I hung around the town for a spell, asking inquiry of various residents. A few of the quondam folk music remembered Sophie and told me about her marriage. It seems they had immigrated to Australia not long after the marriage, doubtless wanting to start a new life together after she had had the child and they had disposed of it.

"By the way, she may have named you Kurt after your true father, or so she thought. But your last name was most in all likelihood taken from Richard Wagner, who was her favourite composer. We were listening to a tape that I had given her, a assembling of his most famous music performed by the Austrian capital 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 need to know that little detail, but it does add an aura of plausibility to Mystique's story. Mein Gott, am I truly the materialisation of this vicious beast ? ! I would have got been better off sired by a demon, as some people have assumed.

Still, I do not want to believe this."Is it not possible that her fiance may 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 Virgin when I first had her. I suppose we can't be absolutely sealed without a DNA trial. However, I should think the family resemblance between us would be fairly conclusive."

"Ve may both have the Same 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 Saami kind of mutant as I am. Since it's known that the X gene is passed down by the father, it would seem more likely that it came from me, rather than Tobias Hans Zinsser. What's the matter, Kurt ? Would you rather believe we aren't related ?"

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

"Be that as it may, I didn't attempt to track the young brace any further,"she goes on,"since I felt the grounds so far was conclusive. The borrowing certificate had stated that you were found on Herr Grüber's doorsill. That seemed perfectly reasonable to me, after I searched out information on him and discovered he ran a freak display in a circus before his death some thirteen or so years later. After all, where else might a freak have had a chance of being taken in, back in those days ?

"I know I'm being rather brutally honorable, but I do think Sophie did the right she knew how to do for you, under the circumstances. After all, you clearly survived to get a respect circus performing artist, so it couldn't have been so bad to have grown up like that. Wouldn't you agree ?"

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

Again she shrugs, as if my childhood is really of little involvement to her."No, I guess I don't have the slightest approximation. In any lawsuit, you lived. That's more than could be said for many of the other mutation born in those days."

In that she is probably correct. Few mass would have taken in a baby so"deformed"as I was. It is entirely potential that no orphanage would induce accepted me, even had I been left at their door. I confess to feeling a small amount of consolation at the thought that my birth mother may have taken even that practically view for my welfare.

But I am not willing to give up so easily."This still proves null. You could cause made up the entire story just to deceive 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 position ?"

"I was curious."

"That is all ?"

"That's all, yes. Once my oddment had been satisfied, I did a little investigating about you and your Recent bodily function. I found mention of you being involved in that fracas on Alcatraz Island with Magneto a twosome of years ago, and then staying on with the X-Men afterwards."A look of antipathy crosses her face."That's when I ran across rumors 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 handle to traverse it ?"

"I am bisexual, yes."

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

"Nein. He vill be back soon."

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

"I am."

"Hmph. In that case, you're a bad motley fool than I thought you were."With one deal, she smoothes down the knit quilt on which she is sitting, staring at it thoughtfully."So this is the bed you ploughshare with Logan. How can you bear it ?"

"sales booth it ? I am very happy here --"I run my eyes quickly over our bed, then apply her a suggestive looking at, adding,"in all vays."

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

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

"To require such an beast into one's bed is below you."

"He is no animal."My tail is now showing my displeasure, swishing angrily from side 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 below me."

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

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

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

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

My eyes narrow at this and I can feel the sensation of heating plant behind my eyelids that tells me they have begun to shine as a termination of my increasing anger.

"Perhaps you vere right vhen you suggested earlier that ve should get to bonk each former undecomposed, --"I fix her with a challenging glare -"dada dearest."

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

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

"You want to -"

"I vant to take a leak you palpate vhat two men do, vhen they love each other."

"You're serious ?"

"Never more dangerous in my life."

"Why ?"

"Maybe because I have been vithout him long enough to be villing to finalise for even this poor fill-in. Or maybe because I vant to testify 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 care ?"

"You're bluffing."

"outcry and find out."

"All right, I call."

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

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

"Go ahead."

"DOE he have a pet gens for you ?"

"Vhy do you ask ?"

"I don't want to wee the same misunderstanding I made earlier, when I first tried fooling you. I wasn't quite prepared to grapple with the Truth of your relationship then. I am now, but I'd like to do a better job of imitating him, if we're going to roleplay 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 sentence he did so is too precious for me to ploughshare with someone like her.

"So is that your nickname in general now ?"

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

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

"Ja. I do not mind."Then I do a stunt man take."Vait a minute. You know him vell enough to know how he talks ?"

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


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

"Uh - no."

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

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

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

She stands up and takes a footmark toward me, opening her weaponry."C'mere, Elf. But lose the pants first."

I go to her, automatically doing as she says. Without conscious thought, my tail wraps tightly around her waist, pulling her to me. We kiss, tentatively at first, but quickly becoming more passionate.

As we embrace, I feel the comrade consistence in my arms, pressed tight against me. But something seems odd. For a mo, I wonder why, then I realize her limb are around my shoulders, while mine are around her waistline. It is usually the other way around. She has instinctively taken the position that is usually that of a woman. I, on the other hand, am expecting him to be more aggressive at this spot, as is usual between us. By now, he would probably bear picked me up and laid me on the bed, or at the very to the lowest degree, pushed me back against it.

I remind myself that this is not truly Logan and I can not have a bun in the oven Mystique to react as Logan would, especially in this situation. I had momentarily forgotten that.

If what she has told me is indeed the truth, she has had some experience taking the leading with a woman, but is not belike 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 alive mate with Mount Logan. It is just not our usual pattern.

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

Sliding my hands around to the nominal head of the hard-muscled torso in my arms, I rub my quarter round over both small nipples, just as I might have done if this were truly Logan. Her pap react, tightening as she draws in a sharp hint. I find myself wondering how it feels to a shape-shifter : like the body she is in, or like it would feel if her own consistency were touched ? I pinch the mammilla hard, as Logan likes me to, rolling them roughly between my finger's breadth. Is the reaction I feel hers, or her imitation of him ?

I break off the kiss, lowering my head to the extensive breast, taking a small bit of hair between my teeth and pulling at it slightly. Opening my mouth all-encompassing, I press my sharp teeth against the taut human body over the pectoralis muscles on either face of one teat and bite, not quite laborious enough to go bad the skin.

That draws a pocket-size cry of surprise, but she does not try to line away. My clapper teases the nipple, while my digit squeeze the other nipple rather cruelly.

His crotch presses forward against my erection. I go to my genu before him. A astute thrill of desire runs through my entire pelvic region at the sight and feel of that intimate member, laborious and swollen now, the foreskin forced back and the psyche fully exposed. I spend a fiddling time licking and fingering him, teasing the quivering cock and hairy formal. I must hold reminding myself who this is, as my trunk seems fully convinced it is my lover.

My own cock aching 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 incline by side, our cocks touching and rubbing together. My hands slide around her, gripping the house buttocks."Do you vant this ?"I ask, my mouth close to her ear.

"Yes,"is her solution, in the curmudgeonly tone of vox Logan uses when very much aroused. An intuitive speculation on her component part ? An automatic response of the body she is mimicking ? Or something Sir Thomas 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 meter of fairly high sexual arousal, it is due in large contribution to the fact that I am very aware of who this is and therefore trying arduous to remain uncaring to the superlative extent possible from the normal emotions accompanying sex with Logan. Also, this is quite literally the first meter I have been with this particular lover. While the body may be very familiar, the mind inside it is almost totally unknown to me. Add that to the fact that I am about to be the active partner to someone who has never experienced anal coition 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 delectation of the moment. I am not really accustomed to dealing with virgins.

"Vait. I vill be ready in a minute,"I tell her. I roll over and rummage around in my nightstand until I find a prophylactic, then quickly roam it into stead. Perhaps the condom is not necessary with someone like her, but I do not like to take any chance of making my dear"father"pregnant with my baby.

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


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

"crook over. Let me get you ready."She rolls over onto her face, cradling her headland in her arms. I begin by massaging her tail."Relax. It vill be all right field. It is not that unmanageable. You know how to take into account a man to go into you. This is much the same, but the relaxation must be deeper, for some of the muscles involved are involuntary and not entirely under your control."

I lift her hip, so that she must total up onto her stifle, look still resting on her munition. I squeeze out some lubricator and slather it all over my sex and the inviting ass that awaits me. My sail through preclude opening her with my finger, not to note that my digit themselves are only slightly more slender than my penis. As I rub my hired hand over my cock to make sure enough it is sufficiently slippery, I use my other hired hand to feed his - no, her, cock a little more than aid. It is far leisurely to swallow something into the anus when one is fully aroused, and I want to make this commodity for her, not painful, as it can be when one is not accustomed to it. Perversely, I wonder if I would have dared, or even wanted, to do this, if she were her true self, instead of pretending to be Logan.

I kneel behind her, spreading the hefty nates and placing the tip of my penis against her orifice."Relax. I vill go slow and easy, to founder you fourth dimension to adjust to the feeling."

"Just do it, darlin ’. LE lecture, more than activity,"she growls impatiently."nooky me. Fuck me hard !"

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

With one hand stroking her stiff penis, I use my other to channelise myself to her opening. With short small strokes, I feed my tool into her. It is tight at first, the ring of sinew giving way only gradually to the pressure. Is she doing that deliberately, or is it her innate chemical reaction ? Surely, a shape-shifter must have great control over her body, in order to make it into whatever she wishes. Is she testing me, challenging me, in this fashion ? Daring me to wedge her ?

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

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

I laugh in return. As I might take in done were this truly him, I deliver a operose flavour to the position of one ass boldness. She reacts with startlement. For a moment, the tight gang relaxes. I use that moment to campaign through. Once the head is in, the rest period easily follows. Ah, Gott ! Even knowing who this is, it feels so just ! His dead body, his scent, the way he moves now, in fourth dimension with my poking - it is all so familiar, so tremendous. I could so easily imagine I have my devotee back with me again. I could let the joy of his presence catamenia into my ticker in a victorious hurry of sensation, both physical and genial. It would be so easy -

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

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

A soft 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 female voice, but the chemical 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 provide my own aching cock to get its pleasure. Oh, if only this were Logan ! I tell myself, as I let go.


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

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

"It's my turn now, darlin ’."Logan's facial expression, gazing down on me with the ship's boat look that is seldom seen outside of our sleeping accommodation. I shake my head, trying to dispel the illusion.

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

"Yeah, I wan na fucking you. Got any objections to that ?"

"Uh - no."

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

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

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

O Gott ! I am beyond all reason now. I do as he says, one side of my face pressed against the bedcovers and my rear up in the air. I can not see him, but I feel his hand smear lube on my entrance as my can automatically gets itself out of the way and off to one side, then his hands grab my hips and he presses against me, showing no faltering in entering me. It has been so long since I have felt him inside me like this. It is so safe to have his turncock thrusting into me. Deeper. Yes ! Take me rich ! stir 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 tell ya do. conduct it, darlin ’, take it all !"His deal appreciation my leaking hammer and he works it expertly in sentence with his thrusts.

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

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

He pulls me over and down until we are lying side by side with him behind me, clutching me tightly against him, his cock still up my ass. We are both panting from our travail. His script still grasps my softening member, even as his own begins to splay out of me. For several minutes, neither of us can speak. Then I feel a strange rippling sensation, and see his manus turn blue and delicately female person. And I remember who this is that holds me in her arms.

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

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

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

"Usually, yes. Sometimes better."I grin at her sardonically, remembering something else she had said to me earlier."Perhaps there are also a few things that you are still far too young to let 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 give birth to say it in vords. I know."

"In that case, never draw a blank that the one you love most is the one who can, and sometimes will, be able-bodied to offend you the worst."

I bite my lip and turn away, so she can not see the binge gathering in my oculus. I heard the tremor in her articulation, and I wonder if she is speaking of Magneto leaving her for no early reason than that she had lost her powers.

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

A soft hand touches my berm."Kurt, my son, delight believe me when I say that I truly hope he returns to you soon."

"Thank you."I place my deal on top of hers and force 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 grounds, so you don't have to creep out of the mansion,"I offer.

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

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

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

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

"Vhy do you think so ?"

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

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

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

She sounds so sincere that I wish to conceive 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 Scripture, she slips out of my grasp and turns to walk away down the road.

"Mystique ?"

She turns back.

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

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

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

I watch as she drives away. My manus goes to the spinal column of my neck, and I rub the almost-healed shape of the lead 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 follow back to you, my son. I am trusted of it."

Suddenly, so am I.




GERMAN TRANSLATIONS voice 1

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


GERMAN version contribution 2

Gegrusset seist du, Maria, voll der Gnade, der Herr ist mit dir.
Hail, Mary, total of thanksgiving. The Almighty is with thee.
Mein lieber Gott ! My dear God !
mein Schatz my sweetheart/darling ( literally : treasure )
Willst du damit sagen, du wärst meine grumble ? !
Nein. Aber du bist mein Sohn
Are you telling me that you are my mother ? !
No. But you are my son.
Mein Sohn, erkennst du mich nicht ?
My son, do you not accredit me ?
Fräulein Miss/young charwoman
Guten Tag, Herr Wagner. Ich heisse Kurt Steckenmeister.
good day, Mr. Wagner. My public figure is Kurt Steckenmeister.
Unmöglich ! unacceptable !
Standesamt record-keeper's office
Du hast nicht die geringste Ahnung !
You haven't got the timid musical theme !
nicht wahr ? Isn't it so ? ( Old-fashioned usage, but Kurt likes it. )



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