This is the fourth narrative of a much tenacious narration arc, which is best read in the social club of the list at the end.
rendering of German tidings or phrases at the end. However, I have tried to score the meaning fairly net in context.


WITH zippo ON MY TONGUE
region One : THUNDER/STORM


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

Maybe I've been here before
I've seen this room, I've walked this level
I used to live alone before I knew ya
I've seen your pin on the marble archway
Our sexual love is not a triumph borderland
It's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah.

. .. .. .. .. ..

And even though it all went wrongly
I'll sales booth before the Creator of Song dynasty
With nothing on my knife but
Hallelujah



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

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

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





I am lying on my side in our bed, several 60 minutes before sunrise, wide awake, restless and horny. I feel the comforting warmth of Mount Logan's consistency behind me, his arm draped over my hips as usual. My fidget must give awakened him, as his dangling finger's breadth begin languidly stroking my leg, moving slowly down across the top to reach the inner surface of my thigh.

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

"Ja,"I sigh quietly.

His finger's breadth move to my crotch, touching me with a teasing softness as his arm tightens around me, pulling us closer together. I can feel his difficult cock against my ass. He lifts my leg, propping it up bent at the stifle so that he can gain access to my opening. I reach for the lube on my nightstand, taking a glob and smearing it over his member. Thus prepared, he presses into me, spreading me undefendable with a delicious anticipation of pleasance yet to number. I gasp as the head slides inside me, and the respite follows, stretching me, filling me. Oh, yes ! Deeper, deeper. Touch that adorable home that feels so beneficial. Ah, yes. Just *there*.

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

His digit wrap around my dripping dick, milking it in time with his own peter deep inside me.

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

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

Again, the intimate but always astound sense datum of orgasm wash over me, drowning me in impression, as my seed spurts out of my jerking member and my inside convulse around the hard cock within me. Oh, Gott, if heaven tactile property like this, Death would be a small price to pay to get there !

As the intensity of the touch sensation fade away, I regretfully return to reality. My will hired man clutches the pedestal of the glassful dildo up my ass, while my veracious hand is a clenched fist around my drained penis. Logan has not been in my bed for various months now. He is away somewhere, searching his soul. Or at least, that is what he said he would do, struggling to decide the focussing his life will take from here on. I am supposed to be doing the same thing, deciding if I will still want to be with him when he returns, assuming he will still want me as his partner by then.

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

I think back to the tortured days we spent together, when he told me about the horrible thing he had been doing on his solitary delegation and what he might well do again in the hereafter. The retentive 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 hope. A persona of me can not stand this waiting and wishes only to run away, be done with him, stop missing him so terribly. But that is not what I really want. I want him here, now, with me. I want his dead body against mine, his peter up my ass. And I can not take it. I can only hold off, 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 lapse into German in times of stiff emotion. In edict to avail break that habit, I translate it into English and double it."Since Logan has been gone, my heart is as discharge as my bed."

Oh, halt, I remind myself. sufficiency self-pity. You are not the only when mortal to be left behind to hold back and worry about your lover. Think of the spouses of soldiers all over the world, when the soldier is away in conflict, perhaps never to retrovert. Or in the old Clarence Shepard Day Jr. of sailing ships, when the married woman must wait months and years for a hubby who may be prospicient drown and dead, as far as she can know. Do not be such a baby ! You did not make up this endless wait, and you will not be the last one to suffer through it, not by a farsighted shot.

Logan leads a dangerous sprightliness, as do all the X-Men, including yourself. The day may number when either or both of us do not return alive from a mission. That is piece of the life you have chosen.

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

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

I get up, go to the bathroom, engage a shower, and get make to start my day. And change the sheets on the bed yet again. I must remember to have got a towel or something Handy, so I do not seduce such a mess succeeding time.


Another day goes by. I teach my German division, check homework, teach simple acrobatics to the youngest of our educatee, counsel various tyke who seek my advice, run through my regular routine in the gym, and take a walk outside as the sun sinks toward the Dame Rebecca West. It is unseasonably warm for this time of year, so I do not even want a coat. I eat supper without paying much attention to the food. I climb the stairs to our way without expectation of anything but nap.

I turn on the information processing system in my study. Since I started teaching utmost twilight, I have thought of taking on-line college trend in education. Tonight I browse the cyberspace, searching for whatever may be useable along these lines. Until I have a permission for didactics, the students in any class I may learn will not be capable to matter it towards their educational credit rating, which makes their participation strictly voluntary. I find respective possibilities for online bailiwick, but I set them aside for the future.

I have also been working with our nurse practician to learn Sir Thomas More about emergency medical care, in parliamentary procedure than I may be better able to cope with injuries to any of the X-Men during our missions. Since my ability are not as widely dangerous as those of most of my mate, I figure I can make myself more valuable in other ways, in ordering to lay down up for that. Perhaps there are some good sites online that I could read for this purpose.

However, until I know what will happen between Logan and me, I do not want to hit 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 blow of farting hits my windowpane, catching my attention. From my vantage compass point on the thirdly storey, I can see the trees nearby waving back and forth. The sun is just above the horizon, but I can do out a coin bank of clouds far to the southwest.

I check the atmospheric condition online for the local forecast. The radar shows a very heavy expanse of weighed down thunderstorm heading in our way. There must be a dangerous figurehead coming through. It is a bit early in the class for that, since it is only May.

There is a provisional rap on the room access of my field. Before I can answer, I hear Storm's voice calling,"Kurt ? Are you there ? May I come in ?"

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

A breeze ruffles the document on my desk as she hurries in. As always when I look at storm, I think how very beautiful she is. She has been our leader and header of the School ever since the professor died. She carries that burden with good will and cool, not to mention confidence and bravery. Of all the women here, she is the one I admire the most. But this evening she has the looking of an excited child.

"There's a real cruddy electrical storm coming, and I know you've always liked watching lightning. I've seen you crouched on the roof more fourth dimension than I can commemorate, enjoying a violent storm. I just thought perhaps tonight you'd like to watch it from my room, since I have a much beneficial view than you do, and it's still rather chilly to be alfresco on the roof. Unless --"She hesitates, as if she is somehow uncertain of my answer. Most unusual for her to be uncertain of anything. With a graceful motion of her hand, she indicates my computer."Unless you have something more important to do ?"

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

Now I am dingy I am dressed so casually in faded denim and an old sweatshirt. Surely, to drop time with such a madam, I should seem my best. 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 stairs that leads to her room up in one of the Mansion's towers. There are wide window on three sides, so she has a lovely view of the surrounding surface area. Potted plants are scattered all around, some minor and some rather startlingly gravid, reaching to the high ceiling. During the day, this room would be quite sunny and lustrous, but now it is dim and shadowed. We go to the window that faces Rebecca West, since the violent storm will most likely come from that direction. Yes, we can just see the distant cloud, with now and then a diffuse flash of lightning.

As we sit down on the farsighted windowpane can, I ask, perhaps naively,"Could you not make this storm go avay, since it may vell do some hurt ?"

"No, not with a natural weather system this big. I can only pull wires the weather within a fairly low topical anaesthetic arena centering on me, not over vast distance. In my younger days, I tried to influence Thomas More widespread storms, but only found that I made big problems somewhere else by doing that."

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

I have changed gears so abruptly that Storm gives me a rather surprise look.

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

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

I nod."Exactly. Vhen I vas a child, I sometimes had the opportunity to play for time of day in one of those passee tubs vith the funny clawed metrical foot. They are deeper than nigh modernistic bathtubs. Do you know vhat I mean ?"

"Yes, I've seen them."

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

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

"Good ! I vould prize that."

We sit for a while, watching the trees toss in the growing zephyr as the sky darkens. roaring grumbles in the length, in the direction of the Titicus reservoir, which is located to the Confederacy and Benjamin West of the residence. If the breaking wind stays in this direction, it will be pretty scratchy 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 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 hard on you since he left, hasn't it ?"

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

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

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

"He makes a wont of disappearing for his own rationality, you know. It's nothing you've done, or failed to do. That's just the way he is."She presses the medallion of her hand briefly against my cheek."If it's any consolation, I've always thought that the one who holds Mount Logan the loosest is the one who will hold him the longest. So far, you seem to be that one."

"I hope you are right, meine Freundin. Every dark, I fall asleep hoping to hear his motorcycle coming down the driving force. And every dark I am disappointed."I have said too lots now. I do not wish her to consider I am so pitiful. I will modify the bailiwick.

"Sometimes I envy your ability to fly, and to parcel out with lightning safely. How I vould bang to vatch such a storm from just below the cloud, vith lightning all around me ! It must be incredible !"

"You'd really like that ?"

"Jawohl !"

"Then let's do it. I can dribble you up there with me."

"Are you grave ?"

"Sure. But we might desire to wear some hard clothing. I can holler up a sort of protective shield of calm around us and repulse any lightning bolts that come too confining, and even keep nearly of the rainfall away, but I can't provide passion and quilt. Quick, go get into your uniform while I get into mine. That should be enough."

In the place of an New York minute, I have jumped down to my room and am putting on the fleshy fateful leather of the X-Men. When I return to violent storm's aerie, she is ready to go.

We look at each former with a strange common sense of shyness. Of grade, I have had reasonableness to touch her and hold her, and she me, during many of our missions and at practice in the peril elbow room. But this is different somehow.

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

"rack next to me and put your arm over my shoulder. I'll hold you around the waist. That should do it, since the cocoon of confidential information around us will take for up your weight as well as mine, but I don't want to drop off contact with you, just in case."

I am a few inches taller than she is, but this is a well-to-do view. Perhaps too well-fixed, as I am very aware of her body where it touches mine, despite the layers of leather between us. Tsk, Kurt, commit yourself together. We are merely going flying, zippo more. But still I feel the slight stirring in my breakwater that precedes erection. fountainhead, so what ? My uniform will obliterate it from sight, if the position - uh - arises.

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

I do, she does, and I find myself soaring westward and up towards the roiling swarm that tumble tumultuously across the sky. They have already obliterated what is left of the sunset. Bright banner of lightning New York minute between the clouds and the earth, as if feeling their way forward over the terra firma below. Storm takes us towards the leading border of the battlefront, which has already covered the far shores of the reservoir. I am right. The H2O below us is stirred into sharp-edged waves, unusual for the modest lakes in this surface area, except when the fart blows along the duration of those lakes, in which pillow slip the Wave have clock time and aloofness to ramp up up beyond what they normally could.

But then a lightning bolt sizzles down close to us, followed instantly by the shrewd cracking of thunder. I stop paying attention to the source. Although I know Storm will keep us from being struck, it is still frightening to feel such power so nigh by.

Another flash, this time very crooked, with many small branches dangling from it. Lightning always fascinates me. So a great deal peril combined with so a lot beauty.

I steal a quick glimpse at tempest's face, close-fitting beside mine. Her eyes glow silvery-white, as they always do when she is using her powerfulness to influence the weather. She appears metamorphose, her expression rapt and concentrated. I can well conceive that she could easily be worshiped as a goddess. Some of my awe in the near comportment of the lightning transferral to her, and my body responds to the tone of this wondrous animal next to me.

Another deadbolt comes sideways across the sky in our direction, but schism and outgrowth around us at the finale second, some branches seeking the ground below while others pierce the clouds or disappear into the slurred embryonic membrane of rainwater blowing around us.

It is surprisingly moth-eaten up here, as Storm had said it would be. The noise of skag, the roar of the wind, assaults my capitulum. I feel almost confused, dazed by the ferocity of my surroundings. But Storm appears at home in the midst of the pandemonium and disarray. And why should she not ? This is her human beings, just as teleporting is mine. She has been dealing with this since she was barely More than a kid. I am almost jealous of the dramatic extent of her power, but I refuse to let that feeling carry tooth root and grow. We are all different and alone. What counts is how we use our divergence, not what they are.

Far down below us, I catch a glimpse of a small sailboat on the water, trying to hold its own against the nothingness that seems to be driving it down towards the easterly end of the reservoir, where the lake narrows precipitously. I watch it for a mo, trying to ascertain if it is in trouble or not. The gravy holder has one mast, and looks to be about 25 feet in length. I can vaguely make out two the great unwashed on the wind-tossed deck, one aft at the cultivator and the other standing nearby in the cockpit. Only one canvass is still set and it is reefed down to far less than its normal size, but the gravy holder appears to be steadily losing dry land. Fortunately, the source, especially at this narrow end, is not so large nor so trench as to pose a life-threatening jeopardy. At pip, they can manoeuver their boat close enough to shore up to constitute it to safety device themselves, even if the gravy holder is badly damaged in the process.

And then the storm abruptly changes the principle, as a run of lightning flashes out adjacent to us, pitch slightly, and finally tear into two near the surface. One branch strikes the mast of the sailboat.

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

"What ?"

"That bolt struck the sailboat down there !"

Before I can say more, tempest is already swooping down towards the boat, which has suddenly begun to swerve around as if no one is at the tiller. If properly grounded, the mast of a sailboat usually provides the same tribute as a lightning rod. However, matter can still chance to the people onboard, especially if they are grasping any of the conducting wire winding-sheet that keep the mast in place.

storm's arm is sloshed around my shank 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 someone appears to be down, lying on the level of the low cockpit. The other kneels next to him. No wonder no one is at the tiller.

At the concluding bit, tempest layer off and lands us on our feet on the wildly-plunging pack of cards.

Rain hide down around us as the single cruise flaps out of ascendancy just above our heads. A man bends over the unconscious body of a boy, shouting words that can barely be heard over the yowl of the wind."Lenny, Lenny ! Son, are you OK ?"

"Kurt,"violent storm shouts,"delay the boy ! I'll take the tiller and finalize the flatus so we don't capsize !"

I am there in a secondly, crouching opposite the man in the now-crowded cockpit. Quickly, I turn the boy onto his back, leaning forward to harbor his face from the rain. He is wearing a bulky life jacket, so I do not own to angle his head very far to establish sure his skyway is open, as it is already lying back at an angle. For a farsighted duad of endorsement, I watch for any mark of breathing question from his chest of drawers, also slipping a hired man underneath the life jacket to see if I can experience movement. Lenny appears to be about fourteen twelvemonth old, not quite a nipper, but not quite an adult either.

The man, presumably his forefather, stares at me in horror, too shocked to react. Good. I do not call for to be interrupted right now. The gravy boat is tossing violently, almost broadside-on to the waves. As Storm gets to the cultivator and takes control of the weather immediately surrounding us, the chaotic motion smoothes out some. Nearby, the wind falls to a safer velocity, but zippo can be done about the entry waves. The same variety of cocoon that kept the two of us dry and dependable below the swarm now spreads over the boat, but it is more diffuse. much of the rain gets through despite violent storm's feat to protect us.

As well as I can determine under these conditions, the boy is not breathing. Clamping his olfactory organ closed with my fingers, I seal my rima oris over his and consecrate him two yearn breathing time. Only then do I check the carotid arterial blood vessel in his cervix for a pulse. Yes, I can feel the calm pumping of blood. His breathing may suffer stopped, but his heart and soul is still going. It is not uncommon for that to happen when struck by lightning. It is possible his heart stopped momentarily, then began to beat again on its own, as he is young and healthy. I unfasten the magazine on his lifejacket then lean down and give him another breath.

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

"Trying to deliver his life."

"But you're a -"

"A mutant, ja. But I am a mutant who knows CPR and deliverance breathing. Your son is not breathing."

"Kurt !"Storm's voice from aft."What's happening ? Do you need assist ?"

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

"I can fly -"

"No metre ! I can ‘ port him faster !"I turn my attention to the don."You have to believe me. I can get your boy to base hit and aesculapian care. My friend will take you there also, but I am going to do it right away."I give Lenny another breath, then go over once again to see if his heart is still beating, which it is.

I glance at the father, hoping to get his license. If not, I will chute anyway and worry about the aftermath later. Lifting the boy up and out of the lifejacket, I take him into my blazon, steadying his head and neck as well as I can by holding it against my chest, just in pillowcase there was a spinal electric cord injury when he fell.

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

Three long jumps and we are in the infirmary. I approached my point of accumulation on each start, and that is not well-fixed when I am carrying another person with me. But I stagger over to hit the parking brake button on the wall that will summon Angelita Gutierrez, our resident nurse practician, then lay Lenny down on one of the trudge tables, giving him another breath and grabbing for the oxygen mask and bag that hang nearby. I take a few minute for myself, leaning forward and breathing deeply several times, fighting off the helplessness that threatens to sweep over me. Every moment is cute right now. I can not afford to collapse. Fortunately, it does not go long.

By the time our nurse arrives, I have the mask fitted snugly over our affected role's face and can send O into his lungs simply by squeezing the bag. I have also laid out all the supplying needed to start an IV, if requirement, and brought our cardiac monitoring device over aboard 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 stoppage next to our patient.

"Steady heartbeat. No cellular respiration. Presumed lightning strike."

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

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

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

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

Able now to look at the boy more closely, I notice a foul burn mark on the palm of his right handwriting."If I have to take a guess, he was touching one of the wire shrouds when the boat was hit. As for the blood --"

I lick my own lips and taste bloodline."That is nothing. My teeth have doubtless cut his lip. I did not suffer time to be overly careful."

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

Just then, Lenny coughs weakly. I feel him wet-nurse in a breathing time of air. I stop squeezing the bag in ordination to check if he will go forward his efforts. Yes, his chest hike again by itself.

Angelita and I look at each former and smile. She continues to arrest his body for early injury, after stabilizing his pass with some sparkle rubber forms, in case there has been a cervical injury.

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

"Wha - where -- ? Who are you ?"He is clearly still stuporous and somewhat mixed-up. Not strange for an accident victim.

Angelita begins asking him questions, trying to appraise his alerting. Meanwhile, I strip off my rain-soaked leather jacket and bent it over a chair, which leaves me with a rather moistness and sweaty T-shirt, which I decide to keep on, since it covers the scrape on my chest of drawers and body, if not the ones on my arms. No reason to horrify the boy any further than I have to.

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

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

As Angelita continues with her judgment, I see Lenny's eyes flicker over to me several metre. I steel myself against the inevitable response to my appearance. I am so banal of being stared at like this, so hackneyed of the care and disgust that I inspire in average man. Some of it, I realize, is my own fault. No one made me carve designs on myself, after all. But the relaxation of it -- I sigh, waiting for the boy to decide whether he is scared or repulsed, or both.

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

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

"Awesome ! Did you save my life ?"

"All I did vas bring you here quickly."

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

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

I take it. Nothing in the boy's boldness shows that he is the to the lowest degree bit disturbed over shaking a blueness, three-fingered hand with roughshod nails and strange scars on the vertebral column. Unglaublich ! Have all fry changed this much, or is it just this one ?

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

"looking at as if you got him here in prison term,"Storm says.

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

"We were able to maneuver it into a safe seat in the lee of a small point of land. It's anchored securely, and the tempest has mostly gone past now. The father said he heard the storm warning too late. It caught them trying to get back to where they had put in. Once the wind came up, he found it impossible to establish lots headway against it. He was considering just heading for shore when the lightning struck. They both knew dear than to touch the weather sheet in a thunderstorm, but Lenny lost his balance and automatically grabbed for whatever he could reach at just the legal injury moment."

We glance over to see father and son necking each early, while Angelita offers to summon an ambulance to take Lenny to the county hospital for further observation."You're welcome to remain here all-night if you wish,"she adds,"But I think you might be more prosperous 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 rope can go now, if you'd like. I'll take over from here."

Storm and I turn and start for the door.

"hold !"the father's phonation 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 vocalise quite as enthusiastic as Lenny did, but that is not important.

He seems a bit embarrassed, so I give him a subdued grin, hoping to prevent my dentition out of ken. Meanwhile, storm result for both of us."You are very receive, sir. It was lucky we were in the right wing place at the correct time."

I notice that he does not zip over and exsert his hand to us, but that is not very significant either. I will gladly ensconce for a thank you.

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

Storm looks at me, and I see the glory in her centre. My own are surely glowing as a result of all this. All of a sudden, she wraps her arms around me and plants an lush kiss on my rim. I tell myself it means naught. It is only the final result of the chemical in our blood, the fervour of the storm, our successful rescue. But still I react, my coat of arms clutching her tightly in riposte. My buns would hold wrapped around her also, except that I know that can be very disconcerting to individual who is not used to such a thing occurrence, so I will it to continue behind my backrest, even though it quivers with the posture of its own desire to respond.

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

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

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

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

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

Her eyes flicker downwards, obviously noticing the slender bulge at the crotch despite my besotted leather drawers. The sharpness of her full brim bend upwards in a small smile.

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

I continue to stare at her.

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

I duck my straits in embarrassment.

"No, I am not,"I admit."It is—how do you say in biota class ? - protective coloration. The inauspicious truth is that almost fair sex, and especially one so beautiful as you, vill not even come near me."

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

Unfortunately, her silence only makes me try to explain more and I start to let the cat out of the bag."It is just not something that happens to me. Men, sometimes maybe, but men are inherently more singular about such things and more, as you Americans say, horny, and villing to find out vhat - possibilities - may be offered by strangeness. In my experience, vimmen are too frightened of me. to the highest degree of them take one look and run away screaming. Therefore, you can not have in mind vhat you are saying."

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

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

I shake my head, turning even further away, surely that my boldness must have blushed slightly purple by now. That always results in a truly strange sight, as the scars just show up all the more vividly. People usually find it quite shuddery. This special person, however, does not seem willing to take no for an answer. Grabbing my berm, she pulls me around to face her.

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

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

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

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


We appear in her room. It is night now, the only light coming from the windows, where the star topology are beginning to peek through the thinning clouds. Somehow, we do not appear to want to let go of each other. Her mouth touch mine, gently at foremost and then hungrily as I return her kiss. It is Nice to have my arms around a woman, even through the thickness of her leather uniform. Her mouth is soft and angelic, not surrounded by thick straw. Her eyes are unsympathetic, her forefront tilted slightly back. Our tongues take turns searching each other's unfamiliar mouths. For so long I have been accustomed to the taste of Logan's cigars when we kiss, or to beer. It is not that I mind : that is simply how he tastes. I have become accustomed to the taste and smell of his physical structure, and he to mine. This is unlike, that is all. Not better, not worse, just not the same.

violent storm breaks off starting time.

"Damn, your teeth are sharp,"she remarks as she lights a couple of candle to clear our surroundings a little.

"I am good-for-naught. Did I hurt you ? I did not mean -"

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

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

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

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

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

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

frankincense challenged, I lift her shirt over her fountainhead also, revealing her breasts and small fast nipples. Stepping closer to her, I run my digit gently over her cotton underwear and between her legs."Still too wet,"I decide, beginning to sop up the panty down her thigh, giving her enough time to hold back me if I have gone too far.

Apparently, I have not, as she removes my Jockey shorts at the same time. Almost, I want to stop her. She has seen the mark on my torso, but never the 1 on my penis.

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

Storm break up my thoughts at that spot, her eyes widening as she says slowly,"Oh, Kurt. Even there ?"

I just nod. What else can I do ?

She stares for a here and now at the intricate symbol. I can almost hear her thinking what she wants to ask :"Didn't that hurt ?"But she never says it. Perhaps she is visceral enough to actualise what the answer has to be.

"I think that's beautiful,"she finally concludes, as a broad smile bed covering over her face."It matches the balance of your body. But how did you cope to do this in such a tender field ?"

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

"Kurt, I'm serious."

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

"It must take in hurt like hell."

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

The next most obvious question would consume 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 women attractive, or is it just me ?"

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

"So what's the trouble ?"

"No genuine job. It is just that I am alvays somevhat nervous vhen soul first sees me bare. I have had some very bad response to the scrape, as you can probably ideate, and the anticipation of such a thing often dampens my ardor. Not to vorry. I vill recover."

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

"Ja."

She takes my hand and drag me over to the prospicient padded window seat beneath one of the spacious windows, where we sit down beside each early.

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

"Not really. We're so high up that no one can see inside from the earth. I often lie here naked and bask in the good afternoon fair weather. Besides, it's the middle of the Nox. With only a few taper burning, no one can see anything anyway."

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

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

"Storm, are you certainly 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 surely. Most vimmen -"

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

Before I can lead off to wonder if I have insulted her, she touches my cheek, tracing lightly over one of the cicatrix."Don't concern, that's not what I'm offering. You may not feature noticed, but I've been attracted to you from the first bit I met you in that old church in Boston. I almost approached you a couple of multiplication after base Lake, but you left so soon I never found a chance."

"I noticed,"I admit."I never could dismiss from my mind the vay it felt to admit 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 reason."After you came back with us from the battle at Alcatraz, I thought about it again, but as soon as I saw you and Mount Logan were getting together, I decided that I should keep back my look hidden. And I know that he's the one you truly want. I'm not trying to get hold of you away from him now, just because he's not here and you're lonely and hurting. And --"She looks down at my jetty 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 open relationship."

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

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

I have always enjoyed sucking on a char's breasts, kissing the smooth skin, grazing the mamilla with diffused licks of my tongue, then taking each one in crook into my mouth, playing with the hard bit of tightened flesh of the mammilla. I loved it as a kid, and it is one of the entirely pleasant memory, unconnected to any pain.

I want to suck greedily, to nominate the milk flow, but I know that will not happen, so I take it slow, easing off if she seems to show soreness. While I work on one teat, I touch the other gently with my fingerbreadth, as I did when a small fry, anticipating the clock time when I would cause the other also. Left to myself, I can do this for quite a long meter, but I know by her shivers of reception and the little motions of her body that she wants and needs more.

Usually, I will prevent my tail end out of the action entirely, since it can easily freak out non-tailed people, man and mutant alike. Although they can learn to get accustomed to it, as Mount Logan has, it takes time. 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 blow her breast, my nates Robert F. Curl around between us and lies with the flatcar end gently pressed to that depression between the lower ribs. tempest twitches slightly at the superstar. Probably she has opened her eyes to confirm what she feels. Slowly, I let it glide down toward her sex, the all-encompassing section first. Her dead body tenses, but she does not move or protest.

I keep going. By now she has opened her leg and crouch them at the knees. The rest of my tail arranges itself so that it lies coming up between her legs as the end covers her vulva. With a svelte controversy of her articulatio coxae, she presses against it, as a woman does to invite a penis to inscribe her. But I will not do that with the wide end of my bottom. It is far too bony and unshakable, even if I try to roll it up as much as potential, to be comfortable inside a cleaning woman's body. However, the very end can twitch very quickly against her clit, while the rest period motion against the entrance to her vagina in a manner I have found to be very pleasing to many women.

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

Although I have had far more experience with men than I have with women, that does not entail I do not get it on the affair that a woman can enjoy, as much or sometimes more, than factual insight. Yes, I must give thanks Herr Grüber for that noesis also, although I hate to admit it.

My mouth releases her breast and follows the trail down her soundbox that was so recently blazed by my More adventurous tail, eventually displacing my tail and taking its place between her legs.

From what I have seen, there is more fluctuation between adult female's genitals than there is in men's. Some parts that are almost non-existent in some women are far large and more exaggerated in others. Some are streamlined and mere, while others are convoluted and complex, like alien blossom. Of course of study, the basic general anatomy is always there, but there are many more variation on the theme than one normally finds in men.

The but commonality among woman is that they are all beautiful in their own way, especially when they are engorged and wet, clutching at whatever they can hold on and draw inside. They can savour and smell dissimilar, but again, it is a mutation on the same basic root word, assuming the woman is not dirty or diseased, in which face there are other divisor involved, as there would be with men under the same conditions.

Men may react very differently to the taste and scents of a woman's body, but so do women also react to men, if they happen to be in the same view with their brass in a man's crotch. We are all forcible organism and such things are part of sex. If you are aroused and excited by the woman's body, all of the olfactory property and such can be quite yummy to savor, just as a man's may be.

I take my time savoring tempest, enjoying her lenient outcry and moan, the way she thrusts herself against my bore mouth, the quivering muscle spasm that I could feel quite readily with my spit, the way her fingers curl into my hair, holding me to her. My deal stroke their way up her organic structure, my formidable fingernails only lightly touching here and there. Her pectus arches upwards as I reach her breasts, her muscle taut and punishing beneath silky fluent peel. I knead her straining breasts gently, then harder as she gives evidence of enjoying the increased pressure. I take each nipple between my finger, squeezing alternately one and then the early, then pulling on them carefully together. Her vagina reaches out for me, and I thrust my tongue inside as far as I can. Opening my lip wider, I draw in as much of her as I can, sucking now lightly then harder on her opening, running my tongue over the voiceless nub of her clit as I do so.

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

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

"There have been many fourth dimension I have vished that I could have it off 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 fourth dimension. Vhat I vould like is to be inside you. I have not felt myself held vithin a voman's body in a farseeing 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 preference. That vay, I do not have to do all the vork."I duck my head and look up at her from under my eyelashes, as I often do with Logan."I fear I am essentially a very lazy creature."

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

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

"Whatever for ?"

"So I can go get a rubber from my room. I do not gestate them around vith me. Logan and I do not call for them, because he heals from any disease almost as fast as he is infected vith it, and so he has null I could bewitch, nor could he catch anything from me. But you are not Logan and you are not a man."

Storm laughs."Yes, I've noticed that about myself also."Crossing the room, she takes an African-looking decorated arena from one of the many shelves on the wall and brings it over to me."Here. Take your choice."

The roll is entire of condoms in assorted brands and styles. As soon as I get over my surprise, I run my fingers through the flat little packet to see what is there.

"Mein Gott ! I did not sleep together they also come in colors ! flavour, there is even one in blue !"

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

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

I open the package and roll the rubber onto my cadaver penis. When I look up, I find Storm grinning at me."extolment,"she says cheerily."You passed the condom test."

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

"You got me there."She thinks about it for a consequence."I guess it would be considered more of a hardheaded test than anything else. All I mean is that you automatically assumed province for protecting both of us from undesirable import, rather than waiting for me to say something. I always wait until the last minute with potential new sex partners, just to find out out if they'll come up with the mind before I have to tell apart them. Too many men would rather just neglect such possible action, or high-risk, refuse when I suggest it."She grins."I like to make trusted my buff have a head on their berm, not just on their cocks."

"My female parent taught me it vas my tariff as a gentleman to deliberate such things."Although I fail to mention what I have experienced during my early childhood, I am telling the Truth. Margali Szardos, who took me into her folk back when I was hired by the circus in my early on 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 extolment."Vhat vould you have done if I had not said anything about condoms ?"

"My next movement before straddling you would have been to get up and pop the question you the bowl. nativity control is within the ability of any womanhood to provide for herself, as of track I have already done. However, disease auspices 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 windowpane can again. Placing one genu beside me, tempest swings the other leg up and over so that she is straddling my crotch.

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

„ Oh, ja !"I agree, with a shaky intake of hint as I feel that lovely soft warmness envelop me entirely. There is no significant parsimony at her opening, as there would be with anal retentive sexual intercourse.

She starts moving up and down, contracting her brawniness 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 shove upwards in time with his cooperator's movements.

With a helping hand on either side of her pelvis, I help her ride my spear. I can feel something mechanical press against the tip of my penis at the end of each downstroke, perhaps her cervix or the spine paries of her vagina. Such a matter does not happen with men.

It has been a long fourth dimension since soul rode me like this. Mount Logan, of course, is far too laboured to straddle my pelvis. However, I make a mental note for us to try it out in this position sometime, with me on top.

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

I open my eyes and smile at Storm. She is intent on what she is doing and barely placard me. I shift my custody to contract hold of her breasts, squeezing them in time with her own movements, at first gently but then harder, as she reacts to my signature with a moan and an increase in speeding. Her manus goes down between us now, working her clitoris as my rooster works inside her.

astragal of exertion run down her dresser, following the channel between her heaving breasts 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 unfold. Whether on the face of a man or a fair sex, I know that look. She is also close. The fuddled wetness of her vagina glide against my member, holding it even tighter now as she nears orgasm. As I too feel the insistency building inside me, our movements become faster, harder, more urgent.

I am holding back now, in order to chip in her the cleaning lady's prerogative of being initiatory, but that only makes me want it all the more.

"tempest, I can not -"

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

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

storm is still trying. All right, maybe I can abide hard just a little thirster. Just a little more. I do not always miss my erection immediately, as some men do. Maybe there will be enough time, if I can promote her a piffling. I flip my tail up behind her, angling the tip downwards so that the bony pep pill open public press against her lower back grueling enough to keep it in inter-group communication with her even though she is moving rapidly now. Carefully, I curl the edges together and slide it down, parting her buttocks slightly as I do so. She twitches in surprise, but does not pull away or better her rhythm. Good ; I have not frightened her. In fact, it appears I have excited her further, as her vagina tightens even harder around my flagging cock. Thus encouraged, my tail continues its downward advance until it touches her anus, just wriggling slightly, clearly not threatening entrance but merely rubbing against the exterior of that sensible arena.


With a mild cry that almost sounds astonished at the sheer magnitude of her pleasure, she lowers herself entirely down onto me, forcing me deeply inside. Her vagina contracts in those intemperate degenerate spasms, squeezing out a few stopping point drops of my come as one final frisson of joy runs through me."Ah ! Gott !"

Then she relaxes and sags forward onto me. I wrap my branch around her and taste the rebuff free weight of her consistence pressing down on me, her breasts flattening against my scar chest, nipples still big and hard.

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

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

"Uh - Kurt, you mean bicycle."

"Verdammt ! Have I gotten it wrong again ?"

"Yeah."She leans up and kisses my backtalk 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 bridge player reaches behind my neck, pulling me up to her. I feel a fingerbreadth confrontation that awful spot where William Strycker's mind-control drug was administered. It is still a circular scratch of raised and roughened tegument that will never mend. Her paw seems to cringe at the touch, and so do I. She removes her lips from mine and just lies down, resting her head on my chest. For several lovely minutes, we remain that way.

I feel the dawn of a new idea. But dare I ask her to do such a thing ? Ja, it is time. She has awakened a faint new promise in my eye by offering me her body.

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

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

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

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

"Ja."

"What would you like to change it into ?"

"I vish it to be a Moravian Star."

"I'm not familiar with that."

"It is a principal vith many decimal point. There are many interlingual rendition, vith varying numbers of points. I can demo you a icon on my figurer. It vould be fairly easy. The cicatrix is already roughly round, so it is just a subject of adding the point in time. However, it vould take a very fragile touch modality, since the area is quite small."

"Why do you require this especial blueprint, Kurt ? Is there some kind of symbolisation involved ?"

I nod."The Moravian Star has many interpretations. It has been considered a symbol of the promise of Christ's giving birth into the vorld and his on-going presence vith us. Alternately, the ray symbolize the greatness of God, the star vhich led the Vise Men to the Christ tyke, and the Almighty Star, christ Himself. One of the simplest explanation is that it represents the ace of hope, the lead of fulfillment, and the star of hope."

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

Emotion sweeps over me, so unattackable that I wish I could turn away from her so she can not see my font. Storm understands why I do this matter with the scars. Such understanding from another someone is so very rare. I am almost ineffective to answer.

"I have spent sufficiency sentence carving admonisher of my sine. There are more crucial thing that must never be forgotten, like hope and dearest and caring."

Gently, as if she realizes the hideous memories it represents, she once again reaches behind my neck and strokes her finger over the shameful reminder of my time with William Stryker. Many fourth dimension, Mount Logan has kissed me there, but I do not roll in the hay if he ever fully realizes what revulsion that brings back to me. He has, after all, too many of his own storage of that man. tempest's finger's breadth seems to impart a dissimilar intent, as if she respects what I went through, but wishes she could wipe it away. Her fingertip lingers there while she speaks.

"If you had told me you wanted it done to prompt you of your failure to stand Stryker's computer programming, I would give birth refused. But to change this into something that signifies promise and bonk - yes, that I will do gladly."

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

"When do you want me to do it ?"

"Right now, if you vill."

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

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

"Just a minute and I'll overstretch up a movie for you."

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

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

I nod.

"That makes it rather severe to force in only two dimensions."

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

"Especially if I have to make it small."

"This is not sounding hopeful,"I reply.

"Depends on how finical you want to be about it."She goes back to studying the data processor icon."I can piddle a star with a lot of points, as long as you don't mind if it isn't 100 % geometrically correct."She types rapidly and pulls up another 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 compass rose, but it can be considered a virtuoso with quite a large number of points."

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

She stares at me as if surprised.

"Vhat ? Did I get the formulation wrong ?"

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

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

"Come into the bedroom. It vill be easy if I lie on the bed face down."

"If you don't creative thinker, I'd like a few minutes alone, to set up myself for this. You understand ?"

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

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


I set everything in preparation. The recital visible light clipped onto the headboard of the bed will put up a very bright visible radiation. I have a duo of pillows ready to use and I have covered them with an old towel to protect them from any blood. My package of disposable scalpels is set out on the nightstand, along with anything else she might need in the way of netting or antiseptic. I have come a long way from the despairing child who used the point of a hypodermic acerate leaf and a bottle of intoxicant for my first design.

I lie down on my back to wait for tempest and to recall over what I am doing.

In my entire life, I have never asked soul else to do this for me. It has always been done by my own script. Still, it can not be all that different, and the end result will be the same. This is only a very minuscule cicatrice, after all.

Small in size perhaps, I remind myself, but big in meaning : 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 avail. If not for a lucky shot from one of his security department people, I would experience killed the President of the United States, and by doing so, would probably have started a major confrontation between variation and non-mutant in this body politic, if not the entire world.

While I do not truly think all the point of my attack on the chairwoman, I have watched the recordings from the security cameras many multiplication. I - who had hoped never again to lease a human being life sentence after what I had done to Herr Grüber - had nevertheless been turned into a killer and a weapon to be used against my own kind. I do not think I will ever quite get over that, although I realize it was not my choice and therefore I am not truly guilty. Yet still, it fills my thinker with horror, for it had been my dead body that had done such scathe, and my hand that had held the knife. I will never forget the expression on my look just before I struck, as recorded by the cameras. It lurks in my nightmares even now.

I hear the door to my study clink overt and then closed. Storm stands side by side to the bed.

"Kurt ? You set up ?"

I turn over on my face, pulling the pillows beneath my thorax so that my head can hang forward somewhat, leaving my neck in a commodity berth so that the skin is stretched enough to be easy to work 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 weightiness on my lower book binding, I can experience the wetness of her privates and the slight tickling of her pubic hair just a short distance above the base of my butt. She is still au naturel, as am I. Good. This is somehow mightily. There should be nothing between us.

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

I wait to feel the first base touch modality of the scalpel. As I expect, it is not very painful at all. Indeed, well-nigh of the cuts that are needed are so small they are more like pinpricks. And my neck is not nearly as sore as early parts of my eubstance. And yet even this small pain is purifying, as if a majuscule load is being lifted from my soulfulness. I allow myself a small sigh. tempest's tactual sensation is so careful, so ticklish now, even though these are the Saami hands that have pulled the lightning from the skies and wielded it as a arm. How very blessed I am to feel her touch !

A tiny run of blood tickles its way down one side of my neck.

"You doing OK ?"she asks softly.

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

"All right, if you're sure."

"I am."

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

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

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







WITH nothing ON MY tongue

Part 2 : dad love



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

As region of my psyche recites the long-familiar run-in of the Hail Madonna, another part is freed to mouth to the holy place One.

"Mein lieber Gott, once more than I beg of You to forgive Logan for those things he has done, even though I do not know of all of them, or perhaps even of the worst of them. He takes upon himself the burden that others are not able to shoulder, and does what he thinks motivation to be done. I know some of those things are evil. Please, please, I beg Your mercifulness upon him ! He is a well, form, loving man, who fights a battle within his soul that no man should have to suffer.

"In Your Infinite Compassion and Understanding, do not reprobate him for those hateful things, but remember only the full. Help him to triumph in the battle he wages to be a man, not an enraged animal.

"I am not sure why I am even saying all this, as You surely know it already, as You know all things. But there is nil I can do now except pray for him, and so I will. I do not believe that You act miraculously in this man as the result of someone's request, however heartfelt and fervent it may be. I am not even surely anymore that You care or that You even take heed our petition, but if You do, see over him and lead him someday to the path of righteousness and compassion.

"In the Name 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 make out. All I know is this is what I feel to do, so I will beg the Holy One to ingest attention of the man I love, whether He hears me or ignores me. I will invoke the Virgin The Virgin as a symbol of God's deathless love for His fry. I will enumerate the old formulas because they calm and unwavering me, and say things I hope, but do not know, are true. For if I believe in anything, it is that love life is all we have and all we can hope for. Without it, we are lost. Once I would have said that God can only know, 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 mankind is badly in penury of it.

So I will pray and hope there is Something out there that hears me. And I will desire that our aliveness have signification, although I can not claim to know what that meaning is. For right now, Mount Logan is my simply meaning and his counter my greatest hope.

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

"Hey, darlin ’, are you awake ?"

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

He flicks on the light, standing there in the doorway with a crooked grin on his face. Dropping his duffle bag to the floor, he turns briefly to close and lock the doorway, then turns back, holding out his arms to me. I am on him in one fasting leaping, my defenseless body plastered against him, one of my legs and my empennage encircling his waist, my weaponry around his shoulder and neck, my mouth pressed to his. Oddly, I feel him stagger backwards at the impact. Granted, I am a bit taller than he is, but I am not all that heavy. He has never done that before, and I have jumped onto him like this many times. Usually he just braces himself a little. But that does not matter now. He is in my weapon system and I can experience his erecting beneath his jeans.

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

"Oh Gott, mein Schatz, it has been such a long time ! I missed you so much !"I am babbling as I continue to pull up off his jacket. My prayer has been answered. He is here, secure and go, and clearly desires me. Whether it is just for sex now or also for the hereafter is something we can settle later. For now, all I want is to have him inside me.

"Whoa, Kurt, slow down a little. Give me a hazard to enamor my breath."

"Uh - sure."I force myself to take aim it slower, despite the importunity of my desire, but I am troubled by his vacillation. He should be all over me. Perhaps he has ridden his motorcycle all dark long just to get here. Yes, he has doubtless pushed himself too hard, as usual. I must turn over him time to reclaim. Instead of unfastening his jeans, 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 peaceful, too happy."Umm. That feels majuscule. I love you so much, my unfermented boy."

The vocalism is right, but the words are wrong."I love you"is rarely part of our conversations, especially not coming from him. And he never calls me his"odorous boy ”. What can suffer happened to prepare him act this way ?

He leans in to kiss me. His rima oris tastes faintly of cigar roll of tobacco, 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 pocket-sized pain surprise him.

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

"My beloved,"I reply lightly."I love you too. It has been so long."Not a touch of uncomfortableness with this sort of talking crosses his expression. He reaches down for my cock, taking it gently. I feel his fingers react slightly when they encounter the cicatrix along the top of my beam of light and that gives me an mind."beloved, remember how we talked about that scar just before you left ?"I ask sweetly."Do you call up what I told you it entail ? What sin it stands for ?"

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

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

The solution is longer in coming this time."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 think, not Logan ?"

"In all the clock 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 fuck you."He fumbles with his belt and the zipper on his jeans, without the easy familiarity I would expect from a man trying to free his erection.

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

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

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

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

"By having sex vith me ? !"

She shrugs."As good as anything else. I heard stories about you and skunk bear. What salutary way to find out if the rumour were reliable ?"

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

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

"Of track 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 aristocratical. So vhat ? That proves nothing."

"True, in and of itself, it doesn't. It was only later on, after I lost my baron by trying to keep magneto from being hit with a flit and he cast me aside so heartlessly that I resolved never to become take with him again, that I started to believe about you once more. Later, when the so-called cure proved to be only temporary, my powers returned and I was eventually able-bodied to hightail it from prison house. With nothing better to interest my time, I did a fiddling research on you and discovered you were originally from the township of Schönberg.

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

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

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

"Vhat do you mean ?"

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

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

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

Before I can reply, she transforms before my center into an attractive young char with braided blond pilus who looks perhaps twenty years of age. She wears a vivid blue devil dirndl covered with a blanched apron. Her smile is unfold and honest, her eyes sparkling with vivacity as she holds her men out to me and says with a definite Bavarian stress,"Mein Sohn, erkennst du mich nicht ?"

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


Then the lovely young girlfriend smile wickedly and says in Mystique's own voice,"Kurt Richard Wagner, I'd like you to assemble your father."

She morphs into a untried man with undimmed red hair, dressed in a traditional High German rig, unadulterated with blow up Lederhosen, vest, and feathered hat. He bows slightly and then extends his hand to me.

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

"Unmöglich ! This can not be !"

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

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

I ignore her jest."You can interchange your shape, of course, but to father a baby ? No, I vill not conceive you."

"Back then, I wasn't sure myself if I could do it. So I decided to try an experiment. While I was living in Federal Republic of Germany, I deliberately seduced a turn of young fair sex into having sex with me, then checked on the results. Nothing happened with any of my experimental content. However, one of them disappeared abruptly and I couldn't locate her, although I'll confess I never tried too intemperately to chase her down feather. She was the go one I had bedded, and none of the others had become pregnant, so I figured it was a skillful bet she wasn't either."She gives a little shrug."Apparently, I was wrong."

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

"You're right, of course of instruction. But there were not very many who lived in a small town like Schönberg. Still, I didn't just pass on it at that. Once I remembered that girl, -- her epithet was Sophie Werner, by the way -- I determined to go to Germany and see if I could happen her. After all, I still had nothing much to do, and I had raft of money stashed in diverse banking concern chronicle, so I thought it would be a pleasant diversion to investigate the possibility.

"In Schönberg, I looked through the records at the Standesamt. I found a birthing credentials in your public figure, but both your parents'names were marked ‘ unknown quantity ’. However, attached to this certificate was an adoption paper filed for you in the name of Ernst Grüber. May I assume that rings a toll ?"She gives me a saccharine-sweet traitorously smile, as if mocking me with that question.

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

"No. But I did find a spousal relationship license issued to her and a man by the name of Tobias Zinsser. When I saw the husband's name, I remembered who he was. I had originally seduced Sophie away from her groom-to-be. He had apparently taken her back, even after her little peccadillo with me. I hung around the town for a piece, asking interrogation of several occupant. A few of the older folks remembered Sophie and told me about her marriage. It seems they had immigrated to Australia not long after the marriage, doubtless wanting to depart a new spirit together after she had had the baby and they had disposed of it.

"By the way, she may receive named you Kurt after your honest forefather, or so she thought. But your last gens was most in all likelihood taken from Richard Wilhelm Richard Wagner, who was her front-runner composer. We were listening to a taping that I had given her, a accumulation of his most famous music performed by the Vienna Orchestra, the night I first had sex with her. I can recall that ‘ The Ride of the Valkyries'was playing when I came inside her."

I do not really need to be intimate that little detail, but it does add an aura of plausibleness to Mystique's story. Mein Gott, am I truly the offspring of this evil puppet ? ! I would have been better off sired by a fiend, as some people have assumed.

Still, I do not want to think this."Is it not possible that her groom-to-be may have had sex vith her shortly before or shortly after you came betveen them ?"

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

"Ve may both have the same gloss skin, but mine does not consume the same grain as yours. Besides, I am not a shape-shifter."

She shrugs."You don't have to be the Saami kind of mutant as I am. Since it's known that the X gene is passed down by the father, it would seem more in all likelihood that it came from me, rather than Tobias Zinsser. What's the issue, Kurt ? Would you rather believe we aren't related ?"

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

"Be that as it may, I didn't effort to track the vernal couple any further,"she goes on,"since I felt the evidence so far was conclusive. The adoption certificate had stated that you were found on Herr Grüber's doorstep. That seemed perfectly fair to me, after I searched out information on him and discovered he ran a freak show in a genus Circus before his death some thirteen or so old age later. After all, where else might a freak have had a chance of being taken in, back in those twenty-four hours ?

"I know I'm being rather brutally honest, but I do opine Sophie did the full she knew how to do for you, under the circumstances. After all, you clearly survived to suit 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 centre, I reply tightly,"Du hast nicht die geringste Ahnung !"

Again she shrugs, as if my puerility is really of piddling interest to her."No, I guess I don't have the flimsy idea. In any case, you lived. That's More than could be said for many of the other mutants born in those days."

In that she is probably chasten. Few people would have taken in a babe so"deformed"as I was. It is entirely possible that no orphans' asylum would have accepted me, even had I been left at their room access. I confess to feeling a diminished amount of comfort at the idea that my birthing female parent may have taken even that much mentation for my public assistance.

But I am not willing to give up so easily."This still proves aught. You could have made up the entire story just to lead astray me."

"Now why on world would I inconvenience oneself 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 rile to do all that searching in the 1st station ?"

"I was curious."

"That is all ?"

"That's all, yes. Once my wonder had been satisfied, I did a piffling investigating about you and your recent bodily function. I found honorable mention of you being involved in that fracas on Alcatraz Island with Magneto a distich of years ago, and then staying on with the X-Men afterwards."A look of distaste crosses her grimace."That's when I ran across rumour that you and Mount Logan had become a pair. I decided to find out if those rumors were true. Judging by the welcome you gave me when I came through the door, I'd say they were right on the mark. My son is apparently a homo, as they say present. Or would you wish to deny it ?"

"I am bisexual, yes."

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

"Nein. He vill be back soon."

She glances significantly at my tail, which is now sagging dejectedly down towards the undercoat, and raises a doubting brow."Are you substantial sure of that ?"

"I am."

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

"viewpoint it ? I am very happy here --"I run my middle quickly over our bed, then give her a revelatory face, adding,"in all vays."

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

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

"To take such an beast into one's bed is beneath you."

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

"Because you are my son !"

"Based only on that, I vould conclude that zippo could truly be below me."

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

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

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

"I have my grounds 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 know of love ?"

My center narrow at this and I can feel the sense of heat 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 originally that ve should get to know each other better, --"I fix her with a challenging glare -"Daddy dearest."

"Do you think what I think you imply ?"She is zero if not a ready 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 up you feel vhat two men do, vhen they love each other."

"You're serious ?"

"Never more unplayful in my life."

"Why ?"

"Maybe because I have been vithout him long enough to be villing to settle for even this hapless substitute. Or maybe because I vant to shew you vhat our ‘ disgusting'relationship is really like. Maybe I vant to teach you a moral about deceiving people. Maybe for all of those reasons, or maybe for none of them at all. Vhat do you wish ?"

"You're bluffing."

"margin call and find out."

"All right, I call."

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

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

"Go ahead."

"Energy he have a pet name for you ?"

"Vhy do you ask ?"

"I don't want to make the same mistake I made earlier, when I first tried fooling you. I wasn't quite prepared to deal with the Truth of your family relationship then. I am now, but I'd like to do a just job of imitating him, if we're going to play out this charade."

That sounds fair to me."He calls me Elf."

"That's silly. You don't flavour like an elf at all."

"Nevertheless, that is vhat he calls me."Of form, I know perfectly well why he calls me that. I do not wish well to tell her though. The retention of that low time he did so is too precious for me to share with someone like her.

"So is that your nickname in superior general now ?"

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

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

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

Her entire body looks as if a riffle 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 signify the little detail. She has duplicated Mount Logan's genitals exactly. His penis is proportioned correctly and is not circumcised.


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

"Uh - no."

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

I suppress the grinning that tries to fall to my mouth. Serves her right.

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

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

I go to her, automatically doing as she says. Without conscious mentation, my tail end wrapper 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 moment, I wonder why, then I realize her munition are around my shoulder, while mine are around her waistline. It is usually the other way around. She has instinctively taken the position that is usually that of a woman. I, on the other hand, am expecting him to be more aggressive at this point, as is common between us. By now, he would probably have picked me up and laid me on the bed, or at the very least, pushed me back against it.

I remind myself that this is not truly Logan and I can not expect Mystique to react as Logan would, especially in this post. I had momentarily forgotten that.

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

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

Sliding my paw around to the front of the hard-muscled consistency in my arms, I rub my thumbs over both small nipples, just as I might have done if this were truly Logan. Her mamilla oppose, tightening as she draws in a needlelike breathing spell. I find myself wondering how it feels to a shape-shifter : like the consistence she is in, or like it would find if her own body were touched ? I pinch the tit hard, as Logan likes me to, rolling them roughly between my fingerbreadth. Is the reaction I feel hers, or her caricature of him ?

I break off the kiss, lowering my heading to the all-embracing chest, taking a small bit of hairsbreadth between my teeth and pulling at it slightly. Opening my mouth wide, I press my sharp teeth against the taut flesh over the pecs muscles on either slope of one tit and bite, not quite hard enough to fail the skin.

That draws a small cry of surprise, but she does not essay to draw in away. My tongue teases the nipple, while my fingers squeeze the other tit rather cruelly.

His private parts presses forward against my erection. I go to my knee before him. A sharp quiver of desire run through my full pelvic domain at the sight and feel of that fellow penis, hard and swollen now, the foreskin forced back and the head fully exposed. I spend a little time licking and fingering him, teasing the quivering peter and hairy Lucille Ball. I must keep reminding myself who this is, as my body seems fully convinced it is my lover.

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

I stand up, guiding her gently back against the bed, pulling her down with me so that we are lying side by side, our turncock touching and rubbing together. My hands slide around her, gripping the house buttocks."Do you vant this ?"I ask, my lip close to her ear.

"Yes,"is her result, in the gruff tint of phonation Logan uses when very much aroused. An intuitive guess on her portion ? An automatic reaction of the eubstance she is mimicking ? Or something more ?

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

If I sound too cold-hearted and calculating at a time of fairly high sexual arousal, it is due in great office to the fact that I am very aware of who this is and therefore trying hard to remain detached to the greatest extent possible from the convention emotions accompanying sex with Logan. Also, this is quite literally the first off time I have been with this detail lover. While the consistency may be very familiar, the mind inside it is almost totally alien to me. Add that to the fact that I am about to be the active partner to someone who has never experienced anal retentive coition as a man, and it may be readily understood that I am far too nervous about doing it well, or even doing it successfully, to be able-bodied to lose myself in what should feature been the enjoyment of the moment. I am not really accustomed to dealing with virgins.

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

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


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

"spell over. Let me get you ready."She rolls over onto her face, cradling her head in her arms. I begin by massaging her buttocks."Relax. It vill be all right. It is not that unmanageable. You know how to grant a man to enter you. This is much the same, but the relaxation must be deep, for some of the muscles involved are involuntary and not entirely under your control."

I lift her hips, so that she must come up onto her knees, cheek still resting on her blazon. I squeeze out some lubricator and slather it all over my sex and the inviting ass that awaits me. My nails preclude opening her with my fingers, not to mention that my fingers themselves are only slightly more slender than my penis. As I rub my hand over my pecker to make sure it is sufficiently slippery, I use my other hand to give his - no, her, cock a little more attention. It is far easier to accept something into the anus when one is fully aroused, and I want to make this good for her, not painful, as it can be when one is not accustomed to it. Perversely, I wonder if I would throw dared, or even wanted, to do this, if she were her honest self, instead of pretending to be Logan.

I kneel behind her, spreading the muscular buttocks and placing the tip of my member against her opening."Relax. I vill go easy and easygoing, to chip in you time to adjust to the feeling."

"Just do it, darlin ’. lupus erythematosus lecture, more natural process,"she growls impatiently."Fuck me. screw me gruelling !"

For a moment, 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 sassing not far from her ear."Nein, I vill not. I vill treat you as I hope you treated my mother, vhen first you took her."

With one handwriting stroking her rigid phallus, I use my former to conduct myself to her opening. With short small strokes, I feed my pecker into her. It is tight at first, the halo of muscle giving way only gradually to the pressure. Is she doing that deliberately, or is it her lifelike reaction ? Surely, a shape-shifter must have great ascendency over her body, in order to take it into whatever she wishes. Is she testing me, challenging me, in this style ? Daring me to force her ?

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

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

I laugh in riposte. As I might suffer done were this truly him, I deliver a backbreaking smack to the position of one ass cheek. She reacts with startlement. For a instant, the tight closed chain relaxes. I use that here and now to push through. Once the pass is in, the rest easily follows. Ah, Gott ! Even knowing who this is, it feels so good ! His trunk, his scent, the way he moves now, in time with my thrusts - it is all so familiar, so wonderful. I could so easily imagine I have my lover back with me again. I could let the joy of his bearing menses into my warmheartedness in a triumphant rush of champion, both physical and mental. It would be so easy -

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

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

A lenient cry escapes her mouth, sounding not at all like Logan.

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

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

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

Now I too can allow for 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 place again, she is the first to speak."That was swell, as always, Elf."

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

"It's my turn now, darlin ’."Mount Logan's face, gazing down on me with the tender look that is seldom seen outside of our chamber. I shake my fountainhead, trying to break up the illusion.

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

"Yeah, I wan na screw you. Got any objection to that ?"

"Uh - no."

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

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

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

O Gott ! I am beyond all understanding now. I do as he says, one position of my face pressed against the bedcovers and my rear up in the air. I can not see him, but I feel his hand smear lubricating substance on my entree as my butt automatically gets itself out of the way and off to one side of meat, then his hands grab my rose hip and he presses against me, showing no hesitancy in entering me. It has been so farsighted since I have felt him inside me like this. It is so good to give birth his cock thrusting into me. Deeper. Yes ! strike me deeper ! touch on me - oh ja ! - right there, where it feels so toothsome, so keen !

I am moaning uncontrollably and pushing back against him.

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

"Now show me how a good deal ya like it. cum for me, as I shoot my load into you."

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

He pulls me over and down until we are lying side by side with him behind me, clutching me tightly against him, his cock still up my ass. We are both panting from our exertions. His hand still comprehend my softening member, even as his own Menachem Begin to splay out of me. For various arcminute, neither of us can address. Then I feel a strange rippling sensation, and see his hand turn blue and delicately distaff. And I remember who this is that holds me in her arms.

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

"So, Mystique, do you recognize me vell enough by now ?"is all I can say, referring somewhat sarcastically to what she had said earlier. I unwrap her arms from around my body and turn of events to await at her. I am taken by surprise at the vulnerability of the expression on her cheek. I had expected a flavour of smirking triumph.

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

"Usually, yes. Sometimes better."I grin at her sardonically, remembering something else she had said to me in the beginning."Perhaps there are also a few affair that you are still far too unseasoned 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 class. And he loves me."

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

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

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

I bite my lip and turn away, so she can not see the tears gathering in my eyes. I heard the tremor in her vocalism, and I wonder if she is speaking of magnetoelectric machine leaving her for no other reason than that she had lost her powers.

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

A soft hired man touches my shoulder."Kurt, my son, please trust me when I say that I truly hope he returns to you soon."

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

"I should go,"is all she says.

"I can teleport you off the ground, so you don't have to sneak out of the planetary house,"I offer.

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

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

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

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

"Vhy do you retrieve so ?"

She smiles, genuinely this metre."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 presume to ask what she means by that, although I know I should. I am still having too a lot trouble returning to the reality of who and what I hold in my arms.

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

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

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

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

"Mystique ?"

She turns back.

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

I catch a speedy glimpse of what may even be weeping 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 charwoman as she goes over and unlocks the door of a car parked nearby.

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

"He will do back to you, my son. I am sure as shooting of it."

Suddenly, so am I.




German TRANSLATIONS portion 1

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


German language translation Part 2

Gegrusset seist du, Calophyllum longifolium, voll der Gnade, der Herr ist mit dir.
Hail, Mary, replete of grace. The nobleman is with thee.
Mein lieber Gott ! My dear 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 mother ? !
No. But you are my son.
Mein Sohn, erkennst du mich nicht ?
My son, do you not spot me ?
Fräulein Miss/young woman
Guten Tag, Herr Wagner. Ich heisse Kurt Steckenmeister.
goodness day, Mr. Wagner. My name is Kurt Steckenmeister.
Unmöglich ! Impossible !
Standesamt registrar's office
Du hast nicht die geringste Ahnung !
You haven't got the faintest idea !
nicht wahr ? Isn't it so ? ( Old-fashioned usage, but Kurt likes it. )



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