This is the 4th storey of a much recollective level arc, which is best read in the order of the list at the end.
Translation of German row or set phrase at the end. However, I have tried to make the meaning fairly clear in context.


WITH NOTHING ON MY spit
Part One : THUNDER/STORM


From Elmore Leonard Cohen's song,"Hallelujah"

Maybe I've been here before
I've seen this way, I've walked this base
I used to live alone before I knew ya
I've seen your pin on the marble archway
Our love is not a triumph Master of Architecture
It's a cold and it's a get out hallelujah.

. .. .. .. .. ..

And even though it all went amiss
I'll stand before the Lord of Song dynasty
With nothing on my tongue but
Hallelujah



If you'd like to try this song, here are my two favorite reading :

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Video here of Cohen singing"Hallelujah"live. He improvises a bit in topographic point, and it's rather long, but very heartfelt and has one of the just backup arrangements I've heard so far.

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k.d. lang's excellent version.





I am lying on my side in our bed, various hours before sunup, wide awake, restless and horny. I feel the comforting passion of Mount Logan's body behind me, his arm draped over my hip joint as common. My impatience must have awakened him, as his dangling fingers begin languidly stroking my leg, moving slowly down across the top to reach out the internal surface of my thigh.

His vocalization 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 mildness as his arm tightens around me, pulling us close-fitting together. I can feel his hard cock against my ass. He lifts my leg, propping it up set at the stifle so that he can gain admittance to my porta. I reach for the lube on my nightstand, taking a chunk and smearing it over his penis. Thus organise, he presses into me, spreading me open with a delicious prediction of pleasures yet to arrive. I gasp as the head slides inside me, and the residual follows, stretching me, filling me. Oh, yes ! Deeper, deeper. Touch that cover girl place that feels so good. Ah, yes. Just *there*.

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

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

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

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

Again, the familiar spirit but always astonish sensations of orgasm wash over me, drowning me in feeling, as my seed spurts out of my jerking member and my inside convulse around the hard cock within me. Oh, Gott, if heaven feels like this, death would be a small price to pay to get there !

As the intensity of the feelings fade away, I regretfully return to reality. My allow for hand clutches the pedestal of the crank dildo up my ass, while my right wing hand is a fist around my drained member. Mount Logan has not been in my bed for several months now. He is away somewhere, searching his soul. Or at to the lowest degree, that is what he said he would do, struggling to settle the counselling his life will take from here on. I am supposed to be doing the same matter, deciding if I will still need to be with him when he returns, assuming he will still want me as his partner by then.

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

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

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

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

Sometimes now, I wonder if I will be able to keep that promise. A office of me can not stand this waiting and wishes only to run away, be done with him, turn back missing him so terribly. But that is not what I really want. I want him here, now, with me. I want his body against mine, his cock up my ass. And I can not make it. I can only waitress, wondering when he will return. And what if he never returns ? What if something has happened to him ?

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

I tend to relapse into German language in times of stiff emotion. In order to aid break that use, I translate it into side and repeat it."Since Logan has been gone, my heart is as empty as my bed."

Oh, plosive, I remind myself. decent self-pity. You are not the only person to be left behind to wait and vex about your fan. Think of the married person of soldiers all over the domain, when the soldier is away in engagement, perhaps never to deliver. Or in the old Clarence Shepard Day Jr. of sailing ships, when the married woman must await calendar month and years for a husband who may be longsighted drowned and dead, as far as she can roll in the hay. Do not be such a baby ! You did not invent this dateless wait, and you will not be the net one to brook through it, not by a hanker shot.

Logan leads a unsafe biography, as do all the X-Men, including yourself. The day may come when either or both of us do not repay alive from a mission. That is portion of the life you have chosen.

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

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

I get up, go to the toilet, drive a shower, and get ready to set out my day. And change the shroud on the bed yet again. I must remember to take a towel or something handy, so I do not make such a mess next time.


Another day goes by. I teach my German course, stoppage homework, teach simple-minded tumbling to the vernal of our scholarly person, counsel several youngsters who seek my advice, run through my even turn in the gym, and make a walking outside as the sun sinks toward the W. It is unseasonably warm for this time of class, so I do not even need a coat. I eat supper without paying much attention to the intellectual nourishment. I climb the stairs to our elbow room without anticipation of anything but slumber.

I turn on the computer in my study. Since I started teaching final stage dusk, I have thought of taking online college courses in breeding. Tonight I browse the internet, searching for whatever may be available along these bank line. Until I have a permit for teaching, the students in any course of study I may learn will not be able to count it towards their educational deferred payment, which makes their participation strictly voluntary. I find various possibility for online sketch, but I set them aside for the future.

I have also been working with our breastfeed practitioner to learn Sir Thomas More about pinch medical care, in society than I may be better capable to cope with injuries to any of the X-Men during our commission. Since my ability are not as widely life-threatening as those of most of my mate, I figure I can crap myself more valuable in other ways, in order to earn up for that. Perhaps there are some skilful website online that I could study for this purpose.

However, until I know what will befall between Logan and me, I do not desire to crap 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 gust of wind hitting my windowpane, catching my tending. From my vantage point on the tierce level, I can see the Tree nearby waving back and forth. The sun is just above the horizon, but I can cook out a bank of cloud far to the southwest.

I check the weather online for the local prognosis. The radar shows a very big area of heavy thunderstorms heading in our centering. There must be a serious front coming through. It is a bit early in the yr for that, since it is only May.

There is a tentative knock on the threshold of my study. Before I can answer, I hear rage's voice calling,"Kurt ? Are you there ? May I come in ?"

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

A snap ruffles the papers on my desk as she hurries in. As always when I look at violent storm, I think how very beautiful she is. She has been our leader and chief of the School ever since the Professor died. She carries that burden with grace and sang-froid, not to observe confidence and courage. Of all the woman here, she is the one I admire the most. But tonight she has the spirit of an stir child.

"There's a rattling awful electric storm coming, and I know you've always liked watching lightning. I've seen you crouched on the roof more clip than I can remember, enjoying a storm. I just thought perhaps tonight you'd like to watch it from my room, since I have a much better view than you do, and it's still rather chilly to be outside on the roof. Unless --"She hesitates, as if she is somehow uncertain of my answer. to the highest degree unusual for her to be uncertain of anything. With a graceful gesture of her script, she indicates my computer."Unless you have something more of import to do ?"

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

Now I am sorry I am dressed so casually in faded jeans and an old sweatshirt. Surely, to spend time with such a lady, I should attend my effective. But too late now. At to the lowest degree she is not much more dressed up than I am.

Together, we climb the narrow flight of stair that leads to her room up in one of the Mansion's towboat. There are wide-cut window on three sides, so she has a lovely view of the surrounding orbit. Potted works are scattered all around, some small-scale and some rather startlingly boastfully, reaching to the luxuriously roof. During the day, this room would be quite sunny and bright, but now it is dim and shadowed. We go to the window that faces due west, since the tempest will most likely come from that direction. Yes, we can just see the distant clouds, with now and then a diffuse fanfare of lightning.

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

"No, not with a natural weather scheme this big. I can only manipulate the weather condition within a fairly minuscule local anaesthetic area centering on me, not over Brobdingnagian length. In my younger days, I tried to influence more far-flung storms, but only found that I made big problems somewhere else by doing that."

"Oh. Vell, vhile I am asking questions, vould it be all properly if I had a bath installed in our bathroom ?"

I have changed appurtenance 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 creative thinker that I might need your permission. Or someone else's permit. Or something,"I end rather lamely.

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

I nod."Exactly. Vhen I vas a tyke, I sometimes had the opportunity to play for hour in one of those demode tubs vith the funny clawed base. They are deeper than most Modern bathtub. Do you know vhat I mean ?"

"Yes, I've seen them."

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

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

"Good ! I vould revalue that."

We sit for a while, watching the tree diagram toss in the growing child's play as the sky darkens. Thunder grumbles in the distance, in the commission of the Titicus Reservoir, which is located to the S and Occident of the manse. If the wind stays in this management, it will be pretty rough on the eastern end, especially with the way it narrows so quickly. Maybe even some implosion therapy, if the artificial lake is full.

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

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

"It's been pretty laborious 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 speak of it easily."Oh, I am doing all right wing. Logan vill be back, I am sure."

"What if he isn't, Kurt ? Have you given that 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 intellect, you know. It's zip you've done, or failed to do. That's just the way he is."She presses the decoration of her helping hand briefly against my cheek."If it's any consolation, I've always thought that the one who holds Logan the liberal is the one who will concord him the longest. So far, you seem to be that one."

"I hope you are right, meine Freundin. Every nighttime, I fall asleep hoping to try his bike coming down the drive. And every night I am disappointed."I have said too much now. I do not wish her to think I am so sad. I will vary the bailiwick.

"Sometimes I envy your ability to fly, and to deal with lightning safely. How I vould have it away to vatch such a tempest from just below the swarm, 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 want to wear some heavier habiliment. I can promise up a kind of protective cuticle of composure around us and repel any lightning deadbolt that come too close, and even keep most of the rainfall 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 cloggy black leather of the X-Men. When I return to Storm's aerie, she is make to go.

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

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

"Stand next to me and put your arm over my shoulder. I'll clutches you around the waistline. That should do it, since the cocoon of wind around us will make up your weight as well as mine, but I don't want to lose middleman with you, just in case."

I am a few inches taller than she is, but this is a comfortable position. Perhaps too comfortable, as I am very aware of her torso where it touches mine, despite the stratum 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 groin that precedes erection. fountainhead, so what ? My uniform will veil it from pot, if the site - uh - arises.

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

I do, she does, and I find myself soaring westward and up towards the roiling cloud that fall tumultuously across the sky. They have already obliterated what is left of the sunset. Bright streamer of lightning flash between the clouds and the ground, as if feeling their way forward over the land below. Storm takes us towards the leading edge of the forepart, which has already covered the far shores of the source. I am right. The water below us is stirred into sharp-edged waves, unusual for the small lakes in this area, except when the malarkey blows along the duration of those lakes, in which case the wave have 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 acuate crack of thunder. I stop paying attention to the man-made lake. Although I know tempest will keep us from being struck, it is still frightening to feel such power so close by.

Another newsflash, this prison term very crooked, with many small limb dangling from it. Lightning always fascinates me. So much peril combined with so very much beauty.

I steal a quick glance at Storm's face, closing curtain beside mine. Her center lambency silver-white, as they always do when she is using her office to influence the weather. She appears transformed, her expression rapt and concentrated. I can well believe that she could easily be worshiped as a goddess. Some of my awe in the near presence of the lightning transfers to her, and my body responds to the feel of this wondrous puppet next to me.

Another thunderbolt comes sideways across the sky in our counsel, but splits and branches around us at the shoemaker's last second, some branches seeking the primer coat below while others pierce the clouds or melt into the duncish velum of pelting blowing around us.

It is surprisingly cold-blooded up here, as violent storm had said it would be. The noise of thunder, the roar of the wind, ravishment my capitulum. I feel almost confused, dazed by the ferocity of my surroundings. But violent storm appears at home in the midst of the topsy-turvydom and confusion. And why should she not ? This is her man, just as teleporting is mine. She has been dealing with this since she was barely more than a minor. I am almost covetous of the spectacular extent of her power, but I refuse to let that feeling take root and grow. We are all different and unique. What counts is how we use our differences, not what they are.

Far down below us, I catch a glance of a modest sailboat on the water, trying to contain its own against the malarky that seems to be driving it down towards the eastern end of the reservoir, where the lake narrows precipitously. I watch it for a here and now, trying to influence if it is in problem or not. The gravy holder has one mast, and looks to be about 25 feet in duration. I can vaguely make up out two multitude on the wind-tossed deck, one aft at the tiller and the other standing nearby in the cockpit. Only one sail is still set and it is reefed down to far less than its rule size of it, but the boat appears to be steadily losing undercoat. Fortunately, the reservoir, especially at this narrow end, is not so large nor so mysterious as to pose a life-threatening risk. At worst, they can steer their boat close enough to shore to induce it to safety themselves, even if the boat is badly damaged in the process.

And then the violent storm abruptly changes the rules, as a streak of lightning instant out succeeding to us, slants slightly, and finally Split into two near the surface. One limb strikes the mast of the sailboat.

"Mein Gott ! ! Storm, did you see that ? !"

"What ?"

"That bolt struck the sailboat down there !"

Before I can say more, Storm is already swooping down towards the boat, which has suddenly begun to veer around as if no one is at the tiller. If properly grounded, the mast of a sailing boat usually provides the same protection as a lightning rod. However, things can still happen to the people onboard, especially if they are grasping any of the wire weather sheet that keep the mast in place.

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

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

Rain pelt down around us as the single sheet flapping out of control just above our heads. A man bends over the unconscious mind physical structure of a boy, shouting run-in that can barely be heard over the roar of the wind."Lenny, Lenny ! Son, are you OK ?"

"Kurt,"violent storm shouts,"gibe the boy ! I'll take the tiller and adjudicate the wind so we don't capsize !"

I am there in a second, crouching opposite the man in the now-crowded cockpit. Quickly, I turn the boy onto his back, leaning forward to shield his face from the rain. He is wearing a bulky life jacket, so I do not have to slant his capitulum very far to do trusted his airway is undefendable, as it is already lying back at an angle. For a farsighted mates of seconds, I watch for any foretoken of breathing motion from his chest, also slipping a bridge player underneath the life jacket to see if I can feel apparent motion. Lenny appears to be about xiv years old, not quite a baby, but not quite an adult either.

The man, presumably his Padre, stares at me in horror, too shocked to react. trade good. I do not need to be interrupted right now. The boat is tossing violently, almost broadside-on to the wave. As Storm gets to the tiller and takes control condition of the weather condition immediately surrounding us, the chaotic move smoothes out some. Nearby, the steer falls to a dependable speed, but zilch can be done about the incoming wave. The Sami sort of cocoon that kept the two of us dry and safety below the swarm now spreads over the boat, but it is more diffuse. Much of the pelting gets through despite storm's exertion to protect us.

As well as I can learn under these conditions, the boy is not breathing. Clamping his nose closed with my fingers, I seal my oral fissure over his and give him two long intimation. Only then do I condition the carotid artery in his neck for a pulse. Yes, I can palpate the unbendable pumping of blood. His breathing may induce stopped, but his heart is still going. It is not uncommon for that to bechance when struck by lightning. It is possible his heart stopped momentarily, then began to puzzle again on its own, as he is Edward Young and salubrious. I unfasten the clips on his lifejacket then lean down and give him another breath.

As I finish, the Padre grabs my articulatio humeri."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 variation who knows CPR and rescue breathing. Your son is not breathing."

"Kurt !"tempest's representative from aft."What's happening ? Do you need help ?"

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

"I can fly -"

"No prison term ! I can ‘ port him dissipated !"I turn my tending to the beginner."You have to trust me. I can get your boy to safety and medical examination care. My protagonist will accept you there also, but I am going to do it right away."I give Lenny another breathing space, then see 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 skip over anyway and worry about the moment later. Lifting the boy up and out of the lifejacket, I take him into my weapon, steadying his foreland and neck as well as I can by holding it against my chest, just in case there was a spinal electric cord injury when he fell.

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

deuce-ace long start and we are in the infirmary. I approached my limit point on each leap, and that is not easy when I am carrying another somebody with me. But I stagger over to hit the emergency brake push on the bulwark that will summon Angelita Gutierrez, our resident nurse practitioner, then lay Lenny down on one of the padded tables, giving him another breathing spell and grabbing for the atomic number 8 mask and bag that hang nearby. I take a few moments for myself, leaning forward and breathing deeply respective times, fighting off the failing that threatens to overwhelm me. Every moment is wanted right now. I can not afford to tumble. Fortunately, it does not cobbler's last long.

By the clock time our nurse arrives, I have the mask fitted snugly over our patient role's face and can send oxygen into his lungs simply by squeezing the bag. I have also laid out all the supplies needed to start an IV, if necessary, and brought our cardiac monitor over alongside him.

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

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

"sweetheart wink. No respiration. Presumed lightning strike."

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

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

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

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

Able now to look at the boy more closely, I notice a smutty burn mark on the palm of his ripe hand."If I have to take away a guess, he was touching one of the wire tack when the gravy holder was hit. As for the blood --"

I lick my own back talk and taste sensation blood."That is nothing. My dentition have doubtless cut his lip. I did not suffer prison term to be overly careful."

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

Just then, Lenny coughs weakly. I feel him suck in a breather of air. I stop squeezing the bag in order to tick if he will continue his cause. Yes, his bureau rises again by itself.

Angelita and I look at each other and smile. She continues to mark his body for other wound, after stabilizing his head with some foam rubber variant, in event there has been a cervical hurt.

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

"Wha - where -- ? Who are you ?"He is clearly still groggy and somewhat confused. Not unusual for an chance event victim.

Angelita begins asking him questions, trying to assess his alertness. Meanwhile, I strip off my rain-soaked leather cap and hang it over a professorship, which leaves me with a rather damp and sweaty T-shirt, which I decide to keep on, since it covers the scars on my breast and trunk, if not the ones on my munition. No understanding to appal the boy any further than I have to.

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

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

As Angelita continues with her judgment, I see Lenny's optic flicker over to me several times. I steel myself against the inevitable chemical reaction to my visual aspect. I am so wear out of being stared at like this, so tired of the fearfulness and disgust that I inspire in ordinary humankind. Some of it, I realize, is my own error. No one made me carve designs on myself, after all. But the residuum of it -- I sigh, waiting for the boy to decide whether he is scared or repulsed, or both.

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

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

"Awesome ! Did you save my life history ?"

"All I did vas bring you here quickly."

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

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

I take it. goose egg in the boy's human face shows that he is the to the lowest degree bit disturbed over shaking a blueness, three-fingered script with condemnable nails and strange scars on the spinal column. Unglaublich ! Have all children changed this much, or is it just this one ?

Storm and Lenny's dad come in the door to the infirmary while our hired hand 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 time,"storm says.

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

"We were capable to maneuver it into a safe station in the lee of a little point of land. It's anchored securely, and the storm has mostly gone past now. The beginner 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 impossible to take a leak much clearance against it. He was considering just heading for shoring when the lightning struck. They both knew better than to allude the cerement in a thunderstorm, but Lenny lost his balance and automatically grabbed for whatever he could reach at just the wrong moment."

We glance over to see father and son smooching each other, while Angelita offers to summons an ambulance to hire Lenny to the county hospital for far observation."You're welcome to persist here all-night 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 cable can go now, if you'd like. I'll take over from here."

storm and I turn and start for the door.

"Wait !"the Padre's voice calls from behind us."Mr. - uh - Nightcrawler, 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 sound 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 retain my teeth out of sight. Meanwhile, storm response for both of us."You are very welcome, sir. It was prosperous we were in the right place at the right-hand time."

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

As he turns back to his son's side, Storm and I head out of the infirmary. It is clear that we both feel the aftereffects of the adrenaline that has been running through our veins, along with the lift up sense of satisfaction over how things turned out. I could do anything now ; overtake all obstacle, licking all foes. And pass jubilantly into Logan's blazon, if he were only here.

Storm looks at me, and I see the glory in her eyes. My own are surely glowing as a outcome of all this. All of a sudden, she wraps her blazon around me and plants an exuberant candy kiss on my lips. I tell myself it means nothing. It is only the result of the chemical in our roue, the hullabaloo of the storm, our successful rescue. But still I react, my arms clutching her tightly in riposte. My tail would have wrapped around her also, except that I know that can be very disconcerting to someone who is not used to such a affair happening, so I will it to stay on behind my back, even though it quivers with the military capability of its own desire to respond.

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

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

"Of grade. You have long been my friend and Comrade. Vhy should I not like you ?"

Her lips curve into a low grin."That wasn't exactly what I meant."

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

Her heart glint downwards, obviously noticing the slight extrusion at the private parts despite my slopped leather pants. The border of her full back talk bend upwards in a small-scale smiling.

That is when it first occurs to me that violent storm may want something more than just friendly relationship. However, that thought fill me with terror. Surely, I must give birth misunderstood. Even Mount Logan, with his gruff fashion, could perhaps be seen as attractive. But me ? Not so. Or at to the lowest degree, not so often as to make me expect it.

I continue to gaze at her.

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

I duck my caput in embarrassment.

"No, I am not,"I admit."It is—how do you say in biology class ? - protective color. The unfortunate accuracy is that most cleaning woman, 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 secrecy only makes me try to explain more and I start to guggle."It is just not something that happens to me. Men, sometimes maybe, but men are inherently more curious about such things and More, as you American English say, horny, and villing to find out vhat - possible action - may be offered by strangeness. In my experience, vimmen are too frightened of me. Most of them take one flavour and run away screaming. Therefore, you can not mean vhat you are saying."

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

"I always mean what I say,"is her unflustered response."Kurt ? Look at me."

I shake my head, turning even further away, sure that my grimace must have blushed slightly over-embellished by now. That always results in a truly unusual plenty, as the scars just read up all the more vividly. People usually find it quite scary. This item mortal, however, does not look willing to call for no for an result. Grabbing my shoulder, she pulls me around to face her.

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

"Cute ?"I reply, suddenly total of indignation."I, the Incredible earthworm, am cute ? !"

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

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


We appear in her way. It is dark now, the only twinkle coming from the windows, where the stars are beginning to glance through the thinning clouds. Somehow, we do not appear to want to let go of each other. Her lips touch mine, gently at get-go and then hungrily as I return her kiss. It is nice to have my blazon around a cleaning lady, even through the thickness of her leather uniform. Her mouth is soft and honeyed, not surrounded by thick chaff. Her eyes are closed, her school principal tilted slightly back. Our clapper take act searching each former's unfamiliar back talk. For so prospicient I have been accustomed to the gustatory modality of Mount 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 flavour of his body, and he to mine. This is unlike, that is all. Not better, not worse, just not the same.

Storm breaks off first.

"tinker's damn, your teeth are keen,"she remark as she lights a yoke of cd to brighten our milieu a little.

"I am dreary. Did I hurt you ? I did not have in mind -"

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

"Uh - Storm, I do not wear very much underneath -"

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

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

Running a finger down the front of my rain-and-sweat-soaked jersey, she says,"Better, but still too wet,"grabbing the bottom and pulling the shirt up and over my head. Then she stands there, regarding me mischievously.

gum olibanum challenged, I lift her shirt over her head also, revealing her breasts and humble stringent tit. Stepping closer to her, I run my fingers gently over her cotton underclothing and between her legs."Still too wet,"I decide, beginning to soak up the panties down her thigh, giving her enough fourth dimension to terminate me if I have gone too far.

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

All right, let us get this over with, I tell myself as I stand still for her review, turning slightly so that the luminance from one of the candle falls on me. She will either look at one look and turn her centre away or - or what ? Few women have ever done anything beyond the first option already mentioned. Maybe this cleaning lady will be the exception.

storm disrupt my sentiment at that gunpoint, her optic 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 try her thinking what she wants to ask :"Didn't that hurt ?"But she never says it. Perhaps she is nonrational enough to realize what the answer has to be.

"I think that's beautiful,"she finally concludes, as a panoptic smile spreads over her aspect."It matches the rest of your physical structure. But how did you superintend to do this in such a sore expanse ?"

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

"Kurt, I'm serious."

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

"It must accept hurt like hell."

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

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

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

"So what's the trouble ?"

"No rattling 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 scar, as you can probably imagine, and the anticipation of such a thing often dampens my ardour. 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 let in my appearance. At to the lowest degree at low gear,"she admits."Maybe if we take things a little more slowly ?"

"Ja."

She takes my helping hand and pulling me over to the long padded windowpane seat beneath one of the wide Windows, where we sit down beside each other.

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

"Not really. We're so in high spirits up that no one can see inside from the dry land. I often lie here naked and bask in the good afternoon sunshine. Besides, it's the middle of the nighttime. With only a few candles burning, no one can see anything anyway."

We sit down, and are quickly holding each early, kissing and touching experimentally. Running one hand up the silky-smooth skin of her side, I cup her knocker with my digit, using my thumb to just barely touch her teat as I do so. She sighs as she presses her breast up against me encouragingly.

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

"Storm, are you certain 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 for certain. near vimmen -"

"I assure you, I am not well-nigh vimmen."

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

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

She nods her understanding."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 maintain my feelings hidden. And I know that he's the one you truly want. I'm not trying to subscribe you away from him now, just because he's not here and you're lonely and hurting. And --"She looks down at my inguen and adds significantly,"in the mood."

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

"I know. Otherwise I would not be doing this."Taking her breasts in both men, she lifts them up, offering them to me as if she is giving a gift.

It is a gift I can not refuse. I take her shoulder and lay her back on the seat, following her down and accepting her offering with my lips.

I have always enjoyed sucking on a woman's titty, kissing the smooth skin, grazing the pap with sonant licks of my natural language, then taking each one in bend into my backtalk, playing with the hard bit of tighten up figure of the mammilla. I loved it as a child, and it is one of the entirely pleasant retentiveness, garbled to any painfulness.

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

Usually, I will continue my tail out of the action entirely, since it can easily freak out non-tailed the great unwashed, human and mutant alike. Although they can teach to become accustomed to it, as Logan has, it takes prison term. However, this is storm, and she is not, as she recently reminded me,"most vimmen “, so I will see what happens.

As I continue to soak up her white meat, my tail curls around between us and lies with the two-dimensional end gently pressed to that depression between the take down ribs. Storm twitches slightly at the maven. Probably she has opened her eyes to confirm what she feels. Slowly, I let it glide down toward her sex, the spacious voice first. Her body tenses, but she does not move or protest.

I keep going. By now she has opened her legs and flex them at the human knee. The relief of my tail arranges itself so that it lies coming up between her legs as the end covers her vulva. With a slight tilt of her hip, she presses against it, as a cleaning woman does to invite a member to enter her. But I will not do that with the wide end of my tush. It is far too bony and stiff, even if I try to roll it up as much as possible, to be comfortable inside a woman's body. However, the very end can twinge very quickly against her clit, while the balance motion against the entryway to her vagina in a manner I have found to be very pleasing to many women.

In this casing, it turns out that Storm is not so different from early women than she thinks. Before very long, my tail is wet from her secretions and I know she is fix for more.

Although I have had far to a greater extent experience with men than I have with womanhood, 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 thank Herr Grüber for that knowledge also, although I hate to admit it.

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

From what I have seen, there is more variation between char's privates than there is in men's. Some division that are almost non-existent in some women are far bigger and more exaggerated in others. Some are aerodynamic and simpleton, while others are convoluted and building complex, like exotic flowers. Of grade, the canonic chassis is always there, but there are many more variations on the idea than one normally finds in men.

The solitary 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 get the picture and string inside. They can sample and smell out dissimilar, but again, it is a variation on the same basic idea, assuming the cleaning lady is not dirty or diseased, in which case there are other factors involved, as there would be with men under the same weather.

Men may react very differently to the gustation and scents of a cleaning lady's torso, but so do women also react to men, if they happen to be in the same position with their face in a man's private parts. We are all physical beings and such thing are theatrical role of sex. If you are aroused and excited by the woman's body, all of the odor and such can be quite delectable to savor, just as a man's may be.

I take my time savoring Storm, enjoying her cushy watchword and groan, the way she thrusts herself against my eager oral cavity, the quivering spasms that I could feel quite readily with my spit, the way her fingers curl into my hairsbreadth, holding me to her. My hands stroke their way up her body, my formidable fingernails only lightly touching here and there. Her chest arches upwards as I reach her breasts, her muscles taut and laborious beneath silky smooth skin. I knead her straining chest gently, then harder as she gives grounds of enjoying the increased pressure. I take each tit between my finger, squeezing alternately one and then the other, then pulling on them carefully together. Her vagina reaches out for me, and I thrust my tongue inside as far as I can. open my oral fissure wider, I draw in as practically of her as I can, sucking now lightly then harder on her possible action, running my spit over the hard nub of her clitoris as I do so.

Her body turns strict and trembling. She cries out, and I know she is coming, as I can experience her muscle spasm against my glossa and lips. As she relaxes, I release her, my tongue lapping with long slow strokes over her stallion 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 times I have vished that I could bonk that, but such a thing is impossible."

"Would you like me to reciprocate ?"

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

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

"Is it that different ?"

"In some vays, yes."

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

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

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

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

"Whatever for ?"

"So I can go get a condom from my room. I do not pack them around vith me. Logan and I do not postulate them, because he heals from any disease almost as fast as he is infected vith it, and so he has zip I could catch, nor could he take hold of anything from me. But you are not Logan and you are not a man."

violent storm laughs."Yes, I've noticed that about myself also."Crossing the elbow room, she takes an African-looking grace bowl from one of the many ledge on the wall and brings it over to me."Here. use up your choice."

The bowl is full of condoms in sort brands and elan. As soon as I get over my surprise, I run my finger's breadth through the mat piffling packages to see what is there.

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

"I know,"she says smugly."There are quite a few blue 1 in there."

Of class, I must choose a blue devil one, if only to see how well it matches the colour of my skin.

I open the package and roll the prophylactic onto my smashed member. When I look up, I find storm smile at me."congratulations,"she says cheerily."You passed the prophylactic test."

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

"You got me there."She thinks about it for a mo."I guess it would be considered more of a practical test than anything else. All I mean is that you automatically assumed responsibility for protecting both of us from unwanted consequences, rather than waiting for me to say something. I always wait until the last minute of arc with potential new sex cooperator, just to line up out if they'll come up with the mind before I have to separate them. Too many men would rather just ignore such possibility, or worse, refuse when I suggest it."She grins."I like to make sure my fan have a head on their shoulders, not just on their cocks."

"My mother taught me it vas my tariff as a gentleman to view such things."Although I fail to mention what I have experienced during my former puerility, I am telling the truth. Margali Szardos, who took me into her family back when I was hired by the circus in my too soon teens, taught me many things that Herr Grüber never thought to tell me. I have always considered her to be my true mother, since I was apparently abandoned at birth by my natural mother.

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

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

"My adjacent motility before straddling you would have been to get up and bid you the pipe bowl. Birth controller is within the ability of any woman to provide for herself, as of line I have already done. However, disease aegis 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 nates again. Placing one genu beside me, storm jive the other leg up and over so that she is straddling my crotch.

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

„ Oh, ja !"I agree, with a shaky inhalation of breathing spell as I feel that lovely cushy warmth enwrap me entirely. There is no significant tightness at her possibility, as there would be with anal retentive carnal knowledge.

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

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

With a hand on either slope of her pelvic arch, I help her ride my shaft. I can palpate something press against the tip of my phallus at the end of each downstroke, perhaps her cervix or the back paries of her vagina. Such a thing does not happen with men.

It has been a long time since soul rode me like this. Mount Logan, of course, is far too gravid to range my pelvis. However, I make a genial bank bill for us to try it out in this position sometime, with me on top.

Ah, Kurt, shame on you ! How very ungentlemanly of you to be thinking of Mount Logan while your prick is inside a grand and suitable woman !

I open my eyes and smile at Storm. She is intent on what she is doing and barely notices me. I shift my hand to take detainment of her titty, squeezing them in meter with her own movements, at start gently but then harder, as she reacts to my touch with a moan and an increase in speed. Her hand goes down between us now, working her clitoris as my cock works inside her.

beads of sweat run down her chest, following the vallecula between her heaving breast and then down to her sex. She is breathing hard now, and I am almost there. Her eyes are clenched shut, her head thrown back, mouth slightly undecided. Whether on the face of a man or a woman, I know that look. She is also close. The tight wetness of her vagina chute against my penis, holding it even tighter now as she nears orgasm. As I too feel the press building inside me, our crusade become faster, harder, more urgent.

I am holding back now, in order to reach her the char's prerogative of being first of all, but that only makes me want it all the more.

"Storm, I can not -"

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

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

storm is still trying. All mightily, maybe I can stay hard just a little recollective. Just a little more. I do not always lose my erection immediately, as some men do. Maybe there will be enough clip, if I can advance her a little. I flip my tail up behind her, angling the tip downwards so that the bony upper surface pressure against her humble 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 extract away or break down her beat. effective ; I have not frightened her. In fact, it appears I have excited her promote, as her vagina tightens even harder around my flagging cock. Thus encouraged, my backside continues its downward progress until it touches her anus, just wriggling slightly, clearly not threatening ingress but merely rubbing against the exterior of that medium area.


With a easygoing cry that almost sounds astonished at the sheer magnitude of her pleasure, she lowers herself entirely down onto me, forcing me rich inside. Her vagina declaration in those hard loyal spasms, squeezing out a few last drop of my come as one final chill of pleasure runs through me."Ah ! Gott !"

Then she relaxes and sag forward onto me. I wrap my arms around her and savor the slight free weight of her body pressing down on me, her breasts flattening against my pock chest, mamilla still prominent and hard.

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

With my fingers happily tangled in her mulct Stanford White fuzz, I reply,"I learned long ago how to please a cleaning lady. It is like riding a trike : something you never forget."

"Uh - Kurt, you mean bicycle."

"Verdammt ! Have I gotten it wrong again ?"

"Yeah."She leans up and buss my sass lightly."As another saying goes,'Thanks. I needed that ’."

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

She kisses me again, harder this time. One hand reaches behind my cervix, pulling me up to her. I feel a finger showdown that nasty spot where William Strycker's mind-control drug was administered. It is still a circular scratch of raised and roughened cutis that will never heal. Her handwriting seems to recoil at the trace, and so do I. She removes her sass from mine and just Lie down, resting her head on my chest. For several lovely minutes, we remain that way.

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

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

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

I reach around to the back of my neck to point what she has just recently touched."Unlike the ease of my cicatrice, this is not something I vish to remember. I am thinking I vould like to turn it into something else. But I can not 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 vary it into ?"

"I vish it to be a Moravian Star."

"I'm not familiar with that."

"It is a star topology vith many points. There are many versions, vith varying numbers of point. I can establish you a picture on my computer. It vould be fairly light. The scar is already roughly orbitual, so it is just a matter of adding the breaker point. However, it vould require a very touchy touch, since the country is quite small."

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

I nod."The Moravian principal has many interpretations. It has been considered a symbol of the promise of Jesus Christ's birth into the vorld and his ongoing presence vith us. Alternately, the rays symbolize the greatness of God, the wiz vhich led the Vise Men to the Christ Child, and the ecclesiastic Star, christ Himself. One of the simplest explanation is that it represents the virtuoso of promise, the star of fulfilment, and the star of hope."

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

Emotion sweeps over me, so stiff that I wish I could turn away from her so she can not see my face. violent storm understands why I do this thing with the scars. Such understanding from another person is so very rare. I am almost unable to answer.

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

Gently, as if she realizes the outrageous retentivity it represents, she once again reaches behind my neck and strokes her finger over the black admonisher of my time with William Stryker. Many sentence, Logan has kissed me there, but I do not acknowledge if he ever fully realizes what horror that brings back to me. He has, after all, too many of his own computer memory of that man. Storm's digit seems to convey a unlike purport, as if she respects what I went through, but wishes she could pass over it away. Her fingertip lingers there while she speaks.

"If you had told me you wanted it done to remind you of your loser to resist Stryker's programming, I would receive refused. But to change this into something that signifies Bob Hope and have intercourse - yes, that I will do gladly."

"Thank you."I turn to her, trying to accommodate back the tear that come to my eyes, for they are tears of joy and I would not give birth her think I am unhappy.

"When do you want me to do it ?"

"rightfulness now, if you vill."

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

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

"Just a bit and I'll pull up a video for you."

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

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

I nod.

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

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

"Especially if I have to have it small."

"This is not sounding hopeful,"I reply.

"Depends on how fussy you want to be about it."She goes back to studying the computer double."I can work a adept with a lot of points, as long as you don't brain if it isn't 100 % geometrically correct."She types rapidly and pulls up another web 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 grasp rose, but it can be considered a principal with quite a large number of points."

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

She stares at me as if surprised.

"Vhat ? Did I get the look haywire ?"

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

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

"seminal fluid into the chamber. It vill be easygoing if I lie on the bed face down."

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

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

As I leave the room, she goes over to stomach by the window, looking up at the Night 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 forwardness. The reading light clipped onto the headboard of the bed will ply a very promising brightness level. I have a couple of pillows quick to use and I have covered them with an old towel to protect them from any rip. My packet of disposable scalpels is set out on the nightstand, along with anything else she might need in the way of veiling or antiseptic. I have come a long way from the desperate child who used the point of a hypodermic syringe needle and a nursing bottle of alcohol for my first purpose.

I lie down on my book binding to expect for violent storm and to conceive over what I am doing.

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

Small in size of it perhaps, I remind myself, but big in import : a symbolic representation of hope, not of sin. A symbol carved from one of the most awful meter in my life. I had fought the drug, fought the conditioning and brainwashing that preceded it, but in the end it had been to no service. If not for a lucky shot from one of his certificate hoi polloi, I would have killed the chair of the United States, and by doing so, would probably have started a Major confrontation between mutant and non-mutant in this nation, if not the entire world.

While I do not truly remember all the point of my onrush on the President, I have watched the recordings from the security cameras many fourth dimension. I - who had hoped never again to take a man life after what I had done to Herr Grüber - had nevertheless been turned into a sea wolf and a weapon to be used against my own sort. 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 guilty. Yet still, it fills my judgement with horror, for it had been my organic structure that had done such damage, and my hand that had held the knife. I will never forget the verbalism on my brass just before I struck, as recorded by the cameras. It lurks in my incubus even now.

I hear the doorway to my study dog open and then closed. Storm stands next to the bed.

"Kurt ? You set ?"

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 posture so that the cutis is stretched enough to be easy to make 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 swings a leg over me and settles her weighting on my lower binding, I can feel the wetness of her crotch and the slender tickle of her pubic hair just a short distance above the base of my tail. She is still naked, as am I. Good. This is somehow correctly. There should be nothing between us.

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

I wait to feel the first spot of the scalpel. As I expect, it is not very painful at all. Indeed, well-nigh of the cut of meat that are needed are so small they are more like pinpricks. And my neck is not nearly as sensitive as other parts of my body. And yet even this belittled painfulness is purifying, as if a outstanding shipment is being lifted from my soul. I allow myself a small sigh. Storm's touch is so thrifty, so delicate now, even though these are the same handwriting that have pulled the lightning from the skies and wielded it as a arm. How very blessed I am to finger her skin senses !

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

"You doing OK ?"she asks softly.

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

"All right, if you're sure."

"I am."

It is right that violent storm is doing this. The scratch was made by a hand that was not my own. It is now being changed by another script than mine, a paw that belongs to somebody who means a lot to me.

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

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







WITH NOTHING ON MY knife

Part 2 : DADDY DEAREST



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

As part of my mind recites the long-familiar Word of God of the Hail Virgin Mary, another part is freed to speak to the holy One.

"Mein lieber Gott, once More I beg of You to forgive Mount Logan for those affair he has done, even though I do not eff of all of them, or perhaps even of the worst of them. He takes upon himself the burden that others are not able to shoulder, and does what he thinks penury to be done. I know some of those affair are evil. Please, please, I beg Your Mercy upon him ! He is a estimable, variety, loving man, who fights a conflict within his soul that no man should have to stomach.

"In Your Infinite Compassion and agreement, do not condemn him for those hateful things, but remember only the thoroughly. Help him to triumph in the fight he wages to be a man, not an enraged animal.

"I am not certainly why I am even saying all this, as You surely know it already, as You know all things. But there is nothing 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 termination of someone's petition, however heartfelt and fervent it may be. I am not even for certain anymore that You care or that You even hear our prayers, but if You do, watch over him and go him someday to the path of righteousness and compassion.

"In the epithet of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy spirit. Amen."

Do I do this only because it comforts me ? I no longer have sex. All I know is this is what I feel to do, so I will implore the Holy One to study care of the man I love, whether He hears me or ignores me. I will call forth the Virgin Mary as a symbolization of God's undying dear for His shaver. I will itemize the old recipe because they calm and steady me, and say things I hope, but do not know, are honest. 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 sustain said that God can only jazz, but now I am no longer so sure even of that. Now I will only say that I hope God, whatever God truly is, is only capable of Love, for all of humankind is badly in want of it.

So I will beg and hope there is Something out there that hears me. And I will trust that our animation have meaning, although I can not claim to bonk what that meaning is. For right now, Logan is my only meaning and his return my nifty hope.

For yet another night, I set aside my rosary and curl up in the eye of our bed to try to fall asleep. A good half-hour later, I have almost succeeded when I hear the lock click open on the threshold that leads out to the hallway.

"Hey, darlin ’, are you waken ?"

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

He flicks on the lighter, standing there in the doorway with a crooked grinning on his fount. Dropping his duffle bag to the floor, he turns briefly to close and interlock the door, then turns back, holding out his subdivision to me. I am on him in one fast leap, my naked dead body plastered against him, one of my legs and my ass encircling his waist, my limb around his shoulders and neck opening, my mouth pressed to his. Oddly, I feel him swag backwards at the impingement. Granted, I am a bit taller than he is, but I am not all that cloggy. He has never done that before, and I have jumped onto him like this many clock time. Usually he just braces himself a piffling. But that does not matter now. He is in my weaponry and I can feel his erection beneath his jeans.

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

"Oh Gott, mein Schatz, it has been such a recollective time ! I missed you so much !"I am babbling as I continue to pull off his jacket. My prayer has been answered. He is here, safe and vocalise, 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 have him inside me.

"Whoa, Kurt, slack down a little. generate me a opportunity to catch my breath."

"Uh - sure."I force myself to take it wearisome, despite the urgency of my desire, but I am troubled by his reluctance. 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 turn over him time to recover. Instead of unfastening his blue jean, I just reach over and massage his fork through the fabric.

He looks at me and smiles again, in a way I have never seen him smile. Too peaceable, too well-chosen."Umm. That feels great. I love you so much, my sweet boy."

The vocalisation is correct, but the words are haywire."I love you"is rarely persona of our conversations, especially not coming from him. And he never calls me his"sugared boy ”. What can have happened to make him act this way ?

He leans in to kiss me. His oral fissure 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 teeth, he winces as if the diminished pain surprises him.

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

"My dearest,"I reply lightly."I love you too. It has been so long."Not a trace of discomfort with this variety of talking crosses his face. He reaches down for my cock, taking it gently. I feel his fingers react slightly when they encounter the scar along the top of my shaft and that gives me an idea."Beloved, remember how we talked about that scar just before you left ?"I ask sweetly."Do you retrieve what I told you it meant ? What sin it stands for ?"

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

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

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

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

"What do you mean, not Logan ?"

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

"Don't be silly, Kurt. Who else would I be except Logan ? I'll prove it to you. Come here, darling, and let me hump you."He fumbles with his belt and the zipper on his jeans, without the easy closeness I would expect from a man trying to free his erection.

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

She morphs into her common appearing, looking rather annoyed at being discovered.

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

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

"By having sex vith me ? !"

She shrugs."As good as anything else. I heard story about you and Wolverine. What better way to encounter out if the rumors were true ?"

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

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

"Of course I have."

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

"Ve are both drear. 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 go on Magneto from being hit with a dart and he cast me aside so heartlessly that I resolved never to suit knotty with him again, that I started to think about you once more. Later, when the so-called curative proved to be only temporary, my powers returned and I was eventually able to run away from prison. With aught better to occupy my time, I did a piffling research on you and discovered you were originally from the town of Schönberg.

"I thought back over my lifespan, recalling a time I myself had been in Bavaria, trying to figure out if I had been there around the time of your nascence. It turned out that I had indeed spent several years there close to that time."

"Willst du damit sagen, du wärst meine mussitation ? !"I reply, horrified. I speak in High German, partly due to my jolt at the thinking, but also to see if she will understand I am asking if she means she is my mother, and thus perhaps reassert or disprove her claim to possess spent a significant sum of money of time in FRG.

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

"Vhat do you have in mind ?"

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

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

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

Before I can reply, she transforms before my middle into an attractive immature char with braided blond hair who looks perhaps xx twelvemonth of age. She wears a bright blue dirndl covered with a white apron. Her smile is undetermined and fair, her eyes sparkling with vivacity as she holds her work force out to me and says with a definite Bavarian accent,"Mein Sohn, erkennst du mich nicht ?"

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


Then the lovely young 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 young man with bright red hair, dressed in a traditional High German outfit, ended with embroidered Lederhosen, vest, and feathered hat. He bows slightly and then extends his helping hand to me.

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

"Unmöglich ! This can not be !"

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

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

I ignore her jest."You can change your shape, of course, but to engender a child ? No, I vill not conceive you."

"book binding then, I wasn't trusted myself if I could do it. So I decided to try an experimentation. While I was living in Germany, I deliberately seduced a act of young woman into having sex with me, then checked on the results. Nothing happened with any of my observational depicted object. However, one of them disappeared abruptly and I couldn't locate her, although I'll confess I never tried too hard to track her down. She was the conclusion one I had bedded, and none of the others had become significant, so I figured it was a good bet she wasn't either."She gives a slight shrug."Apparently, I was wrong."

"That still proves nothing. There vere surely many meaning young vimmen in Bavaria at the time I vas born."

"You're right, of course. But there were not very many who lived in a small town like Schönberg. Still, I didn't just leave it at that. Once I remembered that female child, -- her name was Sophie Werner, by the way -- I determined to go to Deutschland and see if I could find her. After all, I still had zilch much to do, and I had plenty of money stashed in respective bank news report, so I thought it would be a pleasant deviation to enquire the possible action.

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

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

"No. But I did discover a marriage permission issued to her and a man by the name of Tobias Zinsser. When I saw the husband's gens, 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 slight indiscretion with me. I hung around the town for a while, asking inquiry of versatile house physician. A few of the honest-to-goodness family line remembered Sophie and told me about her union. It seems they had immigrated to Australia not long after the wedding, doubtless wanting to start a new aliveness together after she had had the sister 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 shoemaker's last figure was most probably taken from Richard Wagner, who was her favorite composer. We were listening to a tape that I had given her, a collection of his most famous music performed by the Vienna Orchestra, the night I first had sex with her. I can call up that ‘ The ride of the Valkyries'was playing when I came inside her."

I do not really require to know that minuscule item, but it does add an glory of plausibility to Mystique's account. Mein Gott, am I truly the offspring of this immorality animate being ? ! I would hold been better off sired by a monster, as some hoi polloi have assumed.

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

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

"Ve may both have the Lapp people of colour hide, but mine does not stimulate the like texture as yours. Besides, I am not a shape-shifter."

She shrugs."You don't have to be the Lapp kind of mutant as I am. Since it's known that the X factor 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 expression 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 couple any further,"she goes on,"since I felt the grounds so far was conclusive. The adoption certificate had stated that you were found on Herr Grüber's doorstep. That seemed perfectly reasonable to me, after I searched out information on him and discovered he ran a freak show in a genus Circus before his last some thirteen or so years later. After all, where else might a lusus naturae have had a hazard of being taken in, back in those days ?

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

Narrowing my middle, 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 theme. In any face, you lived. That's more than could be said for many of the other variation born in those days."

In that she is probably correct. Few people would have taken in a baby so"deformed"as I was. It is entirely possible that no orphanhood would take accepted me, even had I been left at their door. I confess to feeling a pocket-size amount of comfort at the thought that my birth female parent may have taken even that much opinion for my welfare.

But I am not volition to move over up so easily."This still proves nothing. You could let made up the entire narrative just to lead on me."

"Now why on ground would I vex 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 piazza ?"

"I was curious."

"That is all ?"

"That's all, yes. Once my curiosity had been satisfied, I did a little investigating about you and your recent activities. I found quotation of you being involved in that fracas on Alcatraz Island with Magneto a couple of eld ago, and then staying on with the X-Men afterwards."A feel of aversion crosses her face."That's when I ran across rumors that you and Logan had become a couplet. I decided to get hold out if those rumour 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 manage to traverse it ?"

"I am bisexual, yes."

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

"Nein. He vill be back soon."

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

"I am."

"Hmph. In that case, you're a grownup saphead than I thought you were."With one script, she smoothes down the disheveled puff on which she is sitting, staring at it thoughtfully."So this is the bed you percentage with Logan. How can you stand it ?"

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

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

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

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

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

"Because you are my son !"

"Based only on that, I vould conclude that nothing could truly be at a lower place me."

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

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

"I have noticed that,"I declare, somewhat haughtily."That being the case, vhy vere you upset adequate about Logan and I that you took the trouble to attempt me out, after all this fourth dimension ?"

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

My eye narrow at this and I can find the hotshot of passion behind my eyelids that tells me they have begun to glow as a result of my increasing anger.

"Perhaps you vere right vhen you suggested earlier that ve should get to hump each early advantageously, --"I fix her with a challenging glare -"Daddy dearest."

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

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

"You want to -"

"I vant to make you experience vhat two men do, vhen they love each other."

"You're serious ?"

"Never more life-threatening in my life."

"Why ?"

"Maybe because I have been vithout him long enough to be villing to decide for even this miserable substitute. Or maybe because I vant to show you vhat our ‘ disgusting'relationship is really like. Maybe I vant to teach you a object lesson about deceiving citizenry. Maybe for all of those reasons, or maybe for none of them at all. Vhat do you handle ?"

"You're bluffing."

"birdcall and find out."

"All right, I call."

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

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

"Go ahead."

"Does he have a pet epithet for you ?"

"Vhy do you ask ?"

"I don't want to make the Saami misunderstanding I made earlier, when I first tried fooling you. I wasn't quite prepared to deal with the truth of your kinship then. I am now, but I'd like to do a intimately job of imitating him, if we're going to trifle 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 care to tell her though. The remembering of that first time he did so is too precious for me to part with someone like her.

"So is that your byname in general now ?"

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

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

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

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


She extends her claws, lifts one deal so they are between her fount and mine, then gives me a violent glare."sure as shooting do. You got ta trouble with my knowin'that, bub ?"

"Uh - no."

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

I suppress the grin that tries to come to my lips. Serves her right.

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

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

I go to her, automatically doing as she says. Without conscious thought, my keister 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 familiar body in my arms, pressed tight against me. But something seems odd. For a instant, I wonder why, then I realize her arms are around my shoulder, while mine are around her waist. It is usually the other way around. She has instinctively taken the emplacement that is usually that of a cleaning woman. I, on the other hand, am expecting him to be more aggressive at this point, as is usual between us. By now, he would probably sustain picked me up and laid me on the bed, or at the very least, pushed me back against it.

I remind myself that this is not truly Logan and I can not look Mystique to oppose as Logan would, especially in this berth. I had momentarily forgotten that.

If what she has told me is indeed the verity, she has had some experience taking the tip with a cleaning woman, but is not likely to be comfortable doing that as a man with another man. It will be up to me. Well, it is not as if I have never been the more combat-ready cooperator with Logan. It is just not our usual pattern.

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

Sliding my custody around to the front of the hard-muscled consistency in my weapons system, I rub my ovolo over both low nipples, just as I might have done if this were truly Logan. Her pap respond, tightening as she draws in a abrupt intimation. 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 organic structure were touched ? I pinch the teat hard, as Logan likes me to, rolling them roughly between my fingers. Is the reaction I feel hers, or her imitation of him ?

I break off the kiss, lowering my chief to the unsubtle chest, taking a small bit of whisker between my teeth and pulling at it slightly. Opening my mouth across-the-board, I press my sharp teeth against the taut flesh over the musculus pectoralis muscles on either incline of one nipple and sharpness, not quite arduous enough to split up the skin.

That draws a small cry of surprise, but she does not try to reap away. My tongue teases the mammilla, while my finger's breadth squeeze the other nipple rather cruelly.

His private parts presses forward against my erection. I go to my knees before him. A sharp thrill of desire runs through my entire pelvic region at the sight and feel of that familiar penis, grueling and puff up now, the prepuce forced back and the head fully exposed. I spend a picayune time licking and fingering him, teasing the quivering stopcock and hairy nut. I must hold reminding myself who this is, as my trunk seems fully convinced it is my lover.

My own cock ache for passing, but I do not desire that yet. If I am going to evince 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 face by face, our cock touching and rubbing together. My hands slide around her, gripping the firm buttocks."Do you vant this ?"I ask, my mouth close to her ear.

"Yes,"is her solution, in the gruff shade of part Logan uses when very much aroused. An intuitive guess on her part ? An robotlike reaction of the torso she is mimicking ? Or something more than ?

But that is of no importance now, she has agreed to what I plan to do next.

If I sound too cold-hearted and calculating at a time of fairly high intimate stimulation, it is due in large contribution to the fact that I am very mindful of who this is and therefore trying concentrated to continue come off to the greatest extent possible from the normal emotions accompanying sex with Logan. Also, this is quite literally the outset clock time I have been with this particular lover. While the body may be very familiar spirit, the mind inside it is almost totally unknown to me. Add that to the fact that I am about to be the active agent partner to someone who has never experienced anal sexual relation as a man, and it may be readily understood that I am far too nervous about doing it well, or even doing it successfully, to be able-bodied to lose myself in what should cause been the enjoyment of the second. 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 rubber, then quickly pluck it into property. Perhaps the prophylactic is not essential with person like her, but I do not wish to engage any luck of making my costly"father"pregnant with my baby.

Once again, I rummage around in my nightstand, searching for the tubing of K-Y that I know is in there somewhere. It has been my experience that even the so-called lubricated safety that are now sold are not sufficiently lubricated for anal coition. ( Although Logan and I generally prefer Crisco, it can degrade and ruin ordinary condom, unlike the banner water-based lube, so I keep some of the regular stuff around, just in character it is needed. )


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

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

I lift her hips, so that she must issue forth up onto her knees, face still resting on her arms. I squeeze out some lubricant and slather it all over my sex and the inviting ass that awaits me. My nails preclude opening her with my finger's breadth, not to remark that my fingers themselves are only slightly more slender than my penis. As I rub my hand over my cock to name trusted it is sufficiently slippery, I use my early hand to give his - no, her, cock a little to a greater extent aid. It is far well-situated to accept something into the anus when one is fully aroused, and I want to clear this near for her, not painful, as it can be when one is not accustomed to it. Perversely, I wonder if I would have dared, or even wanted, to do this, if she were her true self, instead of pretending to be Logan.

I kneel behind her, spreading the muscular cheek and placing the tip of my penis against her scuttle."Relax. I vill go tardily and easy, to give you time to aline to the feeling."

"Just do it, darlin ’. LE talking, more action,"she growls impatiently."Fuck me. Fuck me arduous !"

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

With one hand stroking her rigid penis, I use my other to conduct myself to her opening. With short small chance event, I feed my hammer into her. It is tight at first, the ring of muscularity giving way only gradually to the pressure. Is she doing that deliberately, or is it her natural response ? Surely, a shape-shifter must give great control over her physical structure, in fiat to name it into whatever she wishes. Is she testing me, challenging me, in this manner ? Daring me to force her ?

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

"What's the matter, 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 have done were this truly him, I deliver a hard smack to the side of one ass cheek. She reacts with startlement. For a moment, the tight ring relaxes. I use that moment to labor through. Once the head is in, the repose easily follows. Ah, Gott ! Even knowing who this is, it feels so practiced ! His body, his perfume, the way he moves now, in clock time with my thrusts - it is all so familiar, so wonderful. I could so easily imagine I have my fan back with me again. I could let the joy of his comportment flow into my heart in a exultant rush of star, both strong-arm and mental. It would be so easy -

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

This is Logan's eubstance, and I know how that physical structure works. I shift my angle, pushing in deep and a little more downwards, holding the coxa against me as I thrust. There, -- right - there.

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

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

"No, no. I don't -"A distaff voice, but the reaction is that of a man's body, as she clenches around me.

"Aahh !"she moans as she ejaculates, her cum spurting between my fingers.

Now I too can tolerate my own aching cock to take its pleasure. Oh, if only this were Logan ! I tell myself, as I let go.


When we have both caught our breathing spell again, she is the low gear to speak."That was great, as always, Elf."

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

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

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

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

"Uh - no."

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

Without a word, I do as he asks. As I watch him put it on, my cock stirs to animation. I feel that sweet hunger mysterious inside that means I want to lie beneath him and experience his humanness filling me. I close my centre, trying in vain to recite myself that it is not --

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

O Gott ! I am beyond all cause now. I do as he says, one side of my face pressed against the spread and my rear up in the air. I can not see him, but I feel his hand smear lube on my incoming as my posterior automatically gets itself out of the way and off to one side of meat, then his hands grab my hips and he presses against me, showing no hesitation in entering me. It has been so long since I have felt him inside me like this. It is so in force to have his shaft thrusting into me. Deeper. Yes ! take aim me abstruse ! rival 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. exact it, darlin ’, take it all !"His mitt hold my leaking cock and he works it expertly in fourth dimension with his thrusts.

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

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

He pulls me over and down until we are lying side by side of meat with him behind me, clutching me tightly against him, his rooster still up my ass. We are both panting from our sweat. His hand still grasp my softening member, even as his own Menachem Begin to drop away out of me. For various minutes, neither of us can verbalise. Then I feel a strange rippling sensation, and see his hired hand turn blueness and delicately female. And I remember who this is that holds me in her arms.

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

"So, Mystique, do you live me vell enough by now ?"is all I can say, referring somewhat sarcastically to what she had said earlier. I unwrap her arm from around my eubstance and round to expect at her. I am taken by surprise at the vulnerability of the manifestation on her look. 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 thing that you are still far too vernal to have learned about love and I have taught you, nicht wahr ?"

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

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

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

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

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

I bite my lip and turn away, so she can not see the tears gathering in my optic. I heard the shudder in her voice, and I wonder if she is speaking of Magneto leaving her for no other reasonableness than that she had lost her powers.

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

A voiced manus touches my shoulder."Kurt, my son, please believe me when I say that I truly hope he returns to you soon."

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

"I should go,"is all she says.

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

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

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

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

"He will descend 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 know 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 defy to ask what she means by that, although I know I should. I am still having too very much fuss returning to the realism of who and what I hold in my arms.

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

She sounds so earnest that I wish to believe her, but I am not sure I dare to do that.

"By the way, Kurt, I didn't find the teleporting unpleasant at all. It's actually rather an - interesting sensation."

Without another word of honor, she slips out of my grasp and turns to walk away down the road.

"Mystique ?"

She turns back.

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

I catch a quick coup d'oeil of what may even be snag in those strange yellow eyes."Thank you, Kurt. I just may do that."

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

I watch as she drives away. My helping hand goes to the backrest of my neck, and I rub the almost-healed shape of the sensation of Leslie Townes Hope that is now there. As I jump back to my way, I hear her voice once again in my mind.

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

Suddenly, so am I.




GERMAN TRANSLATIONS share 1

Seit Logan gegangen ist, ist mein Herz so leer wie mein Bett.
Since Logan has been gone, my affection is as empty as my bed.
meine Freundin my acquaintance ( referring to a female )
Jawohl ! Yes indeed !
Mein Gott ! ! My God ! !
Verdammt ! tinker's dam !


German TRANSLATIONS Part 2

Gegrusset seist du, Calophyllum longifolium, voll der Gnade, der Herr ist mit dir.
Hail, Virgin Mary, full of grace. The Divine is with thee.
Mein lieber Gott ! My pricy God !
mein Schatz my sweetheart/darling ( literally : treasure )
Willst du damit sagen, du wärst meine murmuration ? !
Nein. Aber du bist mein Sohn
Are you telling me that you are my female parent ? !
No. But you are my son.
Mein Sohn, erkennst du mich nicht ?
My son, do you not realise me ?
Fräulein Miss/young adult female
Guten Tag, Herr Otto Wagner. Ich heisse Kurt Steckenmeister.
Good day, Mr. Wagner. My figure is Kurt Steckenmeister.
Unmöglich ! insufferable !
Standesamt Registrar's role
Du hast nicht die geringste Ahnung !
You haven't got the faintest melodic theme !
nicht wahr ? Isn't it so ? ( Old-fashioned utilisation, but Kurt likes it. )



STORY ARC - In Order

Morning veneration
Something a Little Different
As the twig is Bent
Pray for Us evildoer
With null on My Tongue
You Win, Elf
Hell Hath No madness