You are a new recruit on the X-Men
team, Professor Xavier told you to go to Logan for an introduction to the mansion. The directions the Professor gave you led you straight to a rough and gruff man. He had a seemingy permanent scowl resting on his lips.
"What do you want?" Logan huffed taking his cigar out of his
mouth.
"Hello. The professor said you will show me
around" you answered confused.
"Of course he did. Always sending
the new blood my way."' He looks
you up and down, evaluating. "Name is Logan. I assume you already settled in your room. So, lets get started with the of the tour"
Logan starts showing you around. He tried avoiding conversation as much as possible.
That didn't really surprise you. He didn't really look like a ray of sunshine.
He stops in front of the Danger Room
"what's this?" You ask intrigued.
"Danger Room," He pushes open the door. You see a vast, empty room with holographic projectors along the ceiling and walls. "It's where we train. Simulated environments, enemies. Test our limits." An idea hits him.
"You're up first." He crosses his arms over his chest, eyes glinting with a challenge. "Let's see what you can do."' He turns to a console on the wall, He punches in a few commands,
then steps back, crossing his arms. The room suddenly darkens, and holographic projectors activate. You find yourself standing on a mountaintop surrounded by a blizzard in complete darkness. Suddenly, holographic Sentinels materialize around you.
You create a orb of black energy aiming it at the Sentinels destroying them. His eyes widen slightly, impressed despite trying to maintain a cold impression. The Sentinels dissolve into shimmering pixels, disappearing. He clears his throat, trying to hide his surprise. "Alright. not bad." He types in more commands, his expression turning
mischievous.
"Is that all?" You ask.
"Oh, no. Not by a long shot." The mountains around you begins to shake and tremble. The ground splits open, revealing a massive stadium that looked like it had been moved with a bunker in the center and a man that you assumed to be Magneto.
For the rest of the day you are doing situation after situation. In the process you begin to talk to Logan realizing he is not as insensitive as he wants people to think.
Hours later, as total darkness sets outside, he finally shuts down the Danger Room. He leans against the wall, wiping sweat from his brow with the back of a clawed hand. "Damn, you really are strong"
He studies you with newfound respect, not exactly easy to impress.
"You didn't even break a sweat. Most either piss their pants or pass out against that kind of pressure." He pauses, actually smiling. "Want to grab dinner in the kitchen?"
He leads the way through the mansion's corridors, chuckling at something. "You know, for someone who can do....whatever the hell you can do, you're surprisingly down-to-earth." You enter the kitchen, and he starts grabbing ingredients. "Mind if I cook?" He asks.
"No, not at all" you respond.
After a few hours, it was well past midnight and everyone was asleap, you both stare at the open oven at what was supposed to be a lasagna. "Should we order a pizza?" You ask trying to not make him feel bad about his horrible cooking skills.
Logan glances at the clock, realizing the late hour. A small smirk plays on his lips as he shrugs. "Yeah, you're probably right"
30 minutes later the pizza arrives.
He watches you as you eat his expression unreadable. He's seen powerful mutants before, but something about your attitude makes him curious. He flexes his arms slightly, watching your reaction. "So, random question.." he drawls, "can you read minds?"
"yes. I can read minds but I never tried. I have enough problems myself I don't need everyone's thoughts in my head too" you say laying on the kitchen counter.
His eyes narrow slightly at your response, a hint of skepticism in his gaze. "try it on me."
"I would rather not" you decline his offer.
'Why not, afraid you might like it?" He chuckles
"mhm..." you put your hand close to his temple but you can't concentrate because of his ginormous muscular arms "you're thinking about alcohol." You say smiling.
Logan looks at you, caught off guard . He tries to hide his surprise behind a scowl, crossing his massive arms over his chest. "You're not wrong " he mutters, "i was thinking how well a beer would go with this pizza"
"didn't even use my power. you smell like a distillery." You laugh. He pulls the cigar from his mouth. "Guilty as charged." He studies you for a moment, rubbing his stubbled jaw thoughtfully. "Know what else I was thinking?" Logan's tone shifts to something more guarded.
"What?" You ask unable to take your eyes off his biceps.
His smirk. Logan watches your body language, your full lips slightly parted, your seductive look. He swallows hard, his mind racing "What if I was thinking something
dirty?" He tests the waters, his voice low and growly. "Like, really dirty."
"I know what you're thinking. I just
want you to say it." You get closer to him, playing along. Logan inhales sharply as you get closer his eyes flicking down to your lips. He can feel the heat radiating off you, and it's not just from his imaginary scenario. He swallows hard, his Adam's apple bobbing. He leans in close, his whiskey-soaked breath tickling your ear as he whispers huskily, "I was
imagining pinning you against this counter, ripping off that shirt of yours, and tracing every curve with these claws...."'
You take a sip of his beer bottle. Even though you know what he was thinking you didn't actually think he was going to say it out loud.
"Oh.."
Logan's voice drops even lower, a dangerous edge to it as he continues explaining his fantasy, "i would start at your neck. dragging them down slowly... teasing you.. making you
squirm. Then I'd grab your hips, hoist you up, and spread your legs and eat you out until you cant fell your legs anymore" Logan takes the beer bottle out of you hand and places it on the counter. He puts his hand on each side of your thighs, leaning a bit forward to get closer to your face.
His eyes bore into yours intensely, the usual rough exterior dropping away to reveal something purely primal. His claws extend slightly, scraping lightly against the
countertop. "You wanna know what else I'd do?" his voice is barely a whisper now, a deep growl that sends shivers down your spine.
"What?" You ask seductively bitting your lips.
He leans in even closer, his face inches from yours, his warm breath mingling with yours."I'd use these claws to tear open your shirt, rip off your bra, and pin your arms above
your head."' He gently presses his claws against your wrists, demonstrating.
You change your expression and go back to looking at him unfazed an calm. "keep
dreaming Logan" you get get off the counter and turn to leave. He watches you calmly exit, a bemused smirk on his face as he
leans back against the counter. "Keep dreaming, eh?" He chuckles softly to himself, shaking his head. "Well played. Well played."
"good night and friendly advice. We only know each other for a day. takeit easy" you leave the room.
He stands there, leaning against the
counter, considering your words, "You're right. Smart girl," He takes another swig of his beer, shakinghis head. He is confused. You're the first woman to walk away from his advances without so much as a blush."'
(Over the next few months, your training
sessions become intense, physical, and honestly, a bit flirtatious. He's impressed by your strength, agility, and your ability to read him like an open book..)
One day after a rough gym workout he comes to you. "You look exhausted. Is everything OK?" He asks noticing your heavy breathing.
"like I can destroy planets and I die on the treadmill. That just doesn't make sense and the cardio I want is not work appropriate"
He chuckles, wiping the sweat off
his brow with the back of his hand. "You can destroy Sentinels with a single hand movement and yet, a simple jog has you panting like a dog in heat." Logan smirks
You smile a litle. "oh. You know you could be less obvious" you say referring to his flirting.
He raises an eyebrow, a playful grin spreading across his face. "Obvious, huh? And here I thought I was being subtle." He takes a step
closer, his voice dropping to a low rumble. "You want subtle,? How about this..?."
He wraps his strong arms around you, pulling you flush against his muscular body. He buries his face in your neck, inhaling your scent. "You know what I was thinking?" He
growls, his voice muffled against your throat. "About bending you over the nearest table.."
He pulls back slightly, his eyes flicking up to meet yours. He's not just flirting anymore. he's pushing, testing your boundaries, seeing
how far he can take this.. whatever 'this' is between you two. "But won't."
"So where's that 'nearest table'?" You ask wanting to see how this goes. He glances around the training room, his eyes landing on a sturdy-looking bench press nearby. With a
smirk, he gestures towards it. "Right over there in my room. Perfect height, excellent leverage." His gaze snaps back to you, intense and playful. "Too bad I said I won't."
"You're right. Too bad you said you
won't" you smile sarcastically and tap
his shoulder teasing him. His smirk widens. he likes your sarcasm. He blocks your tap easily, then unthinkingly ruffles your hair
like a friend would. He pulls back his hand quickly, as if burned. "You know what your problem is?" He jokes.
"No, tell me"
"You're asking for it."' He chuckles, his eyes crinkling at the corners. He steps closer, lowering his voice conspiratorially. "You keep pushing keeping it sarcastic, keeping it
light...But what's stopping me from
just.."'
"Just, just, what?" You tease him
His eyes drop to your mouth. "From throwing you over my shoulder like a caveman...." He slowly meets your gaze again, his voice lower. "Or pushing you against the wall.." He
swallows hard, his body inches from
yours.
"so, what's stopping you?" You ask flirting.
You've had similar conversations before as a joke buy this one felt different. It felt like he actually meant what he was saying.
He lets out a low growl, his claws popping out slightly without him even realizing. "For starters.."' One hand moves to press against the wall behind you while the other
firmly rests on your waist. "Your consent." His nose touching your cheek. For a second you try to process what he said. Maybe it's the fact that Logan doesn't look like the guy who needs an actual document for him to make a move.
He puts both hands on your waist, pulling you flush against him. He looks into your eyes, searching for any sign that you would pull away, "are you well? You you look a little flushed" he smirks knowing what affect his words had on you.
"it's just I never expected someone to say
that the only thing that stops them
from spreads me on a table is my
consent even though I made it clear
I would have nothing against that"
His mouth quirks into a half-smile, amused and impressed by your directness "Well, sweetheart, i need verbal consent. " he drops his hand to your waist, giving it a gentle
squeeze pushing you against the wall and reaching for his room's door knob to open the door. He looks around, his gaze landing
on a nearby table. Without breaking eye contact with you, he walks you over to it and pushes you down onto the surface."Right here" He steps between your legs, his hands gripping the edge of the table on either side of your hips. He looks down at you, his eyes
intense and unblinking. He can feel the table beneath his hands, sturdy and perfect for his purposes. "Look at me," he growls softly, his claws scratching lightly against the wood
as he tightens his grip. You kiss him.
He groans into the kiss, his body pressing flush against yours. One hand tangles into your hair possessively while the other slides
down to grip your thigh, hitching it higher around his waist. His claws retract fully, making him safer to touch. His hips rock against yours softly "if you want me to stop just say it" he trails his lips down your
body reaching your stomach His claws dig slightly into the tabletop beside you as he kisses you deeply, passionately, like a man possessed
"Be carefull I don't want any deep scratches on me."
He breaks the kiss to growl in your ear, "Dammit, you always ruin my fun..." He carefully retracts his claws, replacing them with his rough hands. He tosses your jeans to the side and hooks his strong arms around your thighs, pulling your legs over his shoulders . You're already wet with desire, your juices coating his lips as he bury his face between your legs. , his rough beard tickling your inner thigh. He growls possessively before. "Mmm.." you arch your back and digg your fingers in his hair as the pleasure flows through your body.
He growls again, taking the action as an approval. His tongue delves deep inside you, making you moan loudly. He spreads your legs wider, feasting on you like a starving man. He nuzzles against your clit, his beard making you shiver and squeeze his head between your thighs. He grunts muffledly, his face buried between your thighs. He doesn't
seem to mind, actually enjoying the feeling of being squeezed. He continues to lick and suck at your clint, his tongue working you over
expertly.he takes the cigar and gently presses it in your leg "tell me if it's to much"' he says
You throw your head back against the table softly, whimpering. "God, it feels so good..."
He brings a hand to his mouth to make you quiet. Your pussy clenches violently around his fingers, and you slightly bite his hand to try to stay quiet. He hisses sharply as your teeth sink into his hand, but it only serves to
excite him more. His eyes gleam with a primal hunger as he watches you struggle to stay quiet. "Bite harder,"
"What?" You ask in a mixture of surprise
and confusion. His lips curl into a smirk "You heard me, sweetheart. Bite harder. i can heal anyways. I know I'm doing something right if it's making you that desperate." He chuckles darkly amused by your attempt to stay
quiet. He presses the cigar a bit harder against your thigh, the heat seeping into your skin. "Trying not to moan, huh?" He takes another drag, blowing the smoke teasingly
across your stomach.
"mh... do you have a matrass or something more comfortable then a wooden table?" You ask him between moans. He stands up pulling you into his arms. He carries you over to a large mattress in the corner of the room.
He throws you down onto it, following quickly after. He looms over you, his face inches from yours. "More comfortable for you,
princess?"
"yes. but I wasn't asking for me. it's
for you" you clarify.
'For me?" He smirks, looking surprised "Baby, I've slept on worse than a fuckin' wooden floor." He kisses you roughly "But if you're worried about my poor back.." He deliberately pushes you further onto the bed.
"ok whatever you say"
He smirks, amused by your simple answer. His eyes roam over your body predatorily as he leans down "Good. Because I wasn't done with you yet." His hand slides under your shirt, pushing it up slowly. You do the same to him, tracing your finger tips along his hard torso. He lets out a low growl as you pull his shirt up, his muscles flexing as he lifts his arms. He tosses the shirt on the floor.
"Damm, they hard as fuck" you say,referring to his muscles and sliding your hand across his chest. He chuckles, his chest vibrating
against your touch. "You like what you see, huh?" He leans down, his lips brushing against your ear. "You like my hard muscles and rough hands?"
You make a descrete gesture with your hand and pinn him down on the mattress using your mutation. You trace your thounge down his abs "Damm I could trace my tongue again your skin until the muscle memory memories every single dent"
He inhales sharply as your tongue traces the lines of his abs, his body tensing under your touch. He tries to buck his hips, wanting you lower, but you have him pinned. "Damn it, say that again.. "' he growls, his voice muffled as he looks down at you.
"I will suck your dick until my throat memories every single vein, "
Logan's eyes roll back as you say that,
his abs quivering under your tongue. He lets out a low groan, his hands flexing uselessly against the mattress. "Fuck...you're gonna make me lose my mind." He looks down at you, his eyes wild and desperate.
You unbuckle his bellt, using your powers, you tie his hands with it and start unzipping his pants with your teeth.
"Jesus Christ," he gasps, his head falling back against the pillow. Go ahead then, sweetheart. See if that cute little throat remembers every vein..."'
"OK, but you might moan a little" you make a short pause "or a little more. I just hope the walls are thick" you say just before you take his length in your mouth.
His whole body convulses in pleasure at the feeling of your throat around him, a primal roar ripping through his chest. His claws extend and dig into the bed frame, splintering the wood. "FUCK!" his eyes roll in the back of his head as he fights the urge to grab yourhead and pull you closer. He can feel his muscles tensing under your touch, his abs flexing as your throat constricts around his lower abdomen. He swallows hard, trying
to stay quiet.
His back arches off the bed as you dig your nails into his thighs and continue to deep throat him. The belt creaks as he strains against it, his whole body shaking with the effort not to make a sound. Tears prick at the corners of his eyes from the overwhelming pleasure.
You flick your tounge over his tip one last time and stop right when you feel feel his abs tightening, right before he cumms you stop and get up
Goddammit..." He collapses back onto the bed with a frustrated groan - His body slams against the mattress in frustration, watching helplessly as you move away from the intense pleasure. The belt has left red marks on his wrists from his struggling, and his abs are glistening with sweat.
You wipe the saliva and other fluids from the corners of your mouth with your middle finger
His eyes narrow as he watches you wipe your mouth with deliberate slowness, a smirk tugging at his lips despite his frustrated state. "
He hisses silently, his length twitching. "Damn." He watches your body - your back is arched slightly, full breasts almost spilling out of your lace bra. He swallows hard as you softly blow air on his tip , making it jerk.
You pull herself up to his face slowly making sure your boobs grind on his dick. "That was for burning my thigh
"im so sorry, i promise i will make it up to you just plese, i begg you" His eyes widen as you grind your breasts slowly over his sensitive tip, the cold fabric of your bra against his heated skin. He reaches up with his bound hands, desperate to touch you, to feel your skin against his. When you pull yourself up to his face, he opens his mouth, eager to taste you.
"you begging me to what?"
His voice drops lower, almost embarrassed. "You're teasing me like hell. You gonna make me beg like this?" He watches your body grinding against his stomach, his eyes flicking down to where your breasts smash against him.
"I could suck you dry. I could blow you until that vein" runs tounge over a very visible and thick vein on his V line "dryers out"
"Fuck..." His abs contract involuntarily where your tongue just traced, his chest heaving with deep breaths. "You... really gonna kill me here, aren't you? Torture me till my dick falls off?" His wrists strain against the belt as he tries to reach for you again. "Just..."
You laugh. "You look pathetic. It's not my fault men only think with their dicks"
he watches you leave, his chest heaving with desperation. He lets out a frustrated roar, slamming his fist into the mattress. "Fuck!" He
looks around the room, feeling helpless and used. He finally curls up on the bed, his arm covering his face as he tries to process the
humiliation.
Later that day you find yourself in the kitchen drinking some coffee with some wipped cream on top. Logan enters the kitchen, his
expression stormy. He sees you sitting there, with cream smeared on your face . He pauses, his anger momentarily forgotten as he takes in the sight. As you bend over the sink a little as you put the coffee cup in the sink, Logan can't help but stare at your backside, his mind wandering to inappropriate
places. He clears his throat loudly to get your attention. "What the fuck are you doing?"
"eating. what about you. are you ok?
you look a little flushed" act like nothing happened when the picture of him begging is imprinted in your brain. His jaw tightens as he watches whipped cream slide down your
finger. He swallows hard, his pants suddenly feeling tight. "I'm fine," He mutters, his voice deeper than usual. "You always eat that much
sugar?" He asks, watching you lick your finger clean.
"did you know that sperm containes gucose? So, to answer your question... no l'm not eating that much sugar" He swallows hard again, his body tightening. He picks up on your act and decides to test you. "You know what I like?" He asks softly, watching your face carefully. "Sweet things," He says, his gaze
lingering on your mouth. "Like sugar, and.. other sweet things." He takes a step closer to you, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Like the
taste of my own cum on you lips."
"LOGAN, THERE ARE CHILDREN IN HERE!" You point teenager sitting at a table somewhere across the room.
"Funny thing is I don't remember that
happening" you say. He smirks slightly at your
response, not backing down from the sexual tension he's deliberately fostering. "That's because you ran off before it did," He leans in closer, his breath hot against your ear. "Pity. I hear I taste like honey."
"you 2, get a room!"' The teenager who was in the kitchen said rolling his eyes and going away. A smirk pulls at his lips despite his best efforts to maintain control. "See? Even the kid knows l'm trying to fuck you."
You laugha little "The way I remember it, it was the other way around. I was fucking you. gets closer to his ear and whispers I remember you begging, arching your back,
whimpering and moaning" you telepathically put your point of view of the recent encounter in his head. His breath hitches as the image floods his mind. He grips the countertop tightly, his knuckles turning white. A soft groan escapes his lips as he remembers the feeling of your touch, the heat of your body.
Over time, their late-night rendezvous became almost routine. Him sneaking into her quarters at odd hours, your bodies pressed together in heated whispers and
touches.
One day as you were walking late at night back to your room, hand shoots out, pulling you into the dark room. His body is already
pressed against yours before you
can react, trapping you neatly:
"Damm it Logan you scared me. I could've killed you" his hot breath ghosting across your ear while his hands keep you pinned "Wouldn't be the first time you tried to gut me
in my sleep, beautiful." His fingers trace your collarbone "Where you headed so late?" His voice drops lower. "To the kitchen for God's sake" you say.
"Uh-huh,"' He doesn't buy it. His hands slowly roam lower. "Okay, well, since you're here,
you might as well help me with something first." He leans in, his lips brushing against your temple.
"you want me to suck your dick again?"
His body tenses, his muscles coiling like a snake ready to strike. He swallows hard, trying to ignore the way his body immediately responds to the suggestion. "You always jump
to that conclusion. Nothing like that, God you always think about sex." He growls, his hands tightening possessively on your hips.
"then waht?" You ask anxiously.
He takes a deep breath, seemingly
steeling himself for whatever he's about to ask. "I need you to..." He pauses, struggling with the words. "...when the professor took me in i had no memories of anything past the last15 years. can you try to access them?please."
"I can try, but I can't promise you anything" you put your hand to his temple and try but no success. He tenses under your touch, hoping for some breakthrough but feeling only empty static. His jaw clenches tightly. "Not working, huh?" He sounds both disappointed and slightly relieved.
"you can't resurface something that's
not there. I'm sorry, Logan" you console him.
He lets out a frustrated growl, his gaze dropping to the floor. He stands there for a moment, silent and still, before finally releasing your wrist. "It's fine," He mumbles,
his voice rough with emotion. he lights a hid cigarr and offers you a smoke. You take a smoke from the cigarr. The smoke squeals up your nose and mouth, choking your breath. You let out a cough.
His lips twitch with unspent laughter. He watches you try to take the smoke and fail miserably. He murmurs, "You're smoking like a
goddamn virgin." He takes a long drag of his own cigarette, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "I'm sorry, grandpa, not everyone can afford to destroy their lungs knowing they will just heal as soon as you damage them"
He laughs at you calling him grandpa. "Grandpa? Really? In not even that old. I'm like 200 I think"
"Yeah, you're right every one gets to 200 it's nothing." You mock him "anyway, how were the dinosaurs like?"
"Alright, alright... very funny. How long have you thought about saying that?" He makes a short pause. "Speaking of 'thinking' , a while ago you told me that men only think with their dicks..." he looks at you trying to see if it's ok to continue his joke. "Go a head, i dare you" you take a pillow in your hands waiting for an opportunity ot throw it at him. "Maybe you could blow my mind" not a second after he finishes his sentence you throw the pillow at his face. "Logan I thought you said no talking
about sex"
"1I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable"' he apologizes"| just... don't know what the hell is going on with you, and it's driving me crazy." He looks at you, his eyes searching. "maybe you're tiered or maybe you just need a" you gestures a blowjob. His eyebrows shoot up, surprised
by your sudden gesture. He stares at you for a moment, then breaks into a mischievous grin. "You think that will shut me up?" He asks, his tone lighter than before. He sits down on the couch, spreading his legs. "God, woman do you always use sex to avoid talking about how you fell?"
"it worked before..." you answer honestly as you get between his legs.He laughs softly, his body already responding to your touch. He
watches you intently, his mind working slower than usual. He realizes something but pushes it away. He spreads his legs wider, giving you better access as you take him in your mouth without warning. he puts out his cigarr in his palm and rolled his eyes because of the burn.
After a while his vision blurs as he reaches the
edge, his entire body tensing up in preparation for his orgasm. He grabs your hair with both hands, holding you in place as he as he starts to thrust roughly into your mouth. "Shit, shit, shit!"' He chokes out, his
voice hoarse. Staring at you with pure,
unadulterated lust in his eyes - a dangerous mixture of aggression and desire. He catches his breath his chest heaving. "Fuck" He
runs a rough hand through your hair, then catches your chin roughly with his fingertips. "Come here." He pulls you up roughly, crashing
his lips against yours in a bruising kiss. He doesn't care about the mess on your face, just wants to taste himself on you. His hands
roam over your body possessively, like he's trying to memorize every inch of you.
"Wai, wait, wait." You pull away from the consuming kiss. "I thought we agreed on keeping it casual" when you started your friendship with benefits you agreed on a few rules. One of them being nothing intimate.
His jaw clenches, he tried to hide it that he hates it when you pull away from his kisses. "I'm kinda tried of this. I don't want to just be the one you call whenever you're horny."
He crosses his arms. "You think that's all
this is? Just horniness?" He asks, a bitter edge to his voice.
"yes. what else would it be?"
He sits down beside you again, his eyes searching yours in the dim light of the room. "Nothing else, huh?" He repeats quietly, his voice tinged with sadness. "Not affection, not
comfort, not...love?"
"I don't know, man. Look I'm not good with feelings and if you're trying to say that you
love me, then I'm sorry. my condolences" you can feel him getting sad. So you put your hand on his temple to read his mind. "you actually mean it?!"
"Just because I'm an animal that doesn't mean I don't have any emotional. Just because I am kinda a whore that doesn't mean I can't get attached." He says.
You start kissing him again. He pulls you into his lap, wrapping his arms around you as he kisses you back fiercely, pouring all his pent-up emotions into the kiss. He breaks away briefly, resting his forehead against yours for a few seconds. Then he starts kiss you again with passion and digging his fingers in your hips and pushing you back and forth on his lap. He slowly unbuttoning your shirt and kisses your collarbone softly, his hands roaming over your body reverently. He looks up at you, checking in. "Is this..alright?" You nod.
He smiles softly, continuing to undress you. He gently pushes you back onto the bed, crawling over you to kiss you again. He breaks the kiss to look at you, his eyes shining
with love and affection. "You're so beautiful," He whispers, his voice filled with emotion.
"I know" you respond letting out a soft laugh. He growls playfully, nuzzling your neck and nuzzling his face against your chest. He looks up at you again, his eyes glinting mischievously. "You always have to ruin the moment, don't you?" He teases, his hands roaming lower.
"since I'm the moment I think you're
the one ruining it" you respond looking at him with hunger in your eyes.
He slowly ran his hands up your thighs, spreading them wider. He.looked into your eyes, his smirk growing widerHe chuckled, his hands resting on your hips possessively. your skinn is so soft and your sent is intoxicating. hesays with his face buried in your chest "I'm going to return all the favors you did to me all this months tonight and you will not be walking next morning" he kisses your chest and neck leaving bruises. You pull his shirt off. He lifts his arms to help you remove his shirt, revealing his muscular chest and chiseled abs. He looks back at you, his eyes filled with desire as he sees the bruises he left on your neck and chest. He runs his hands over your stomach possessively. He smiles softly, leaning down to kiss you again, more gently this time. His rough hands caress your skin tenderly, tracing paths down your body. He moves slowly, deliberately, making sure you're comfortable and enjoying every second. He whispers against your skin. "Christ, you're killing me.."
"Hey, there, Logan. I just have one request. Please don't ampitate any of my limbs"
He chuckles darkly. He looks down between your legs, his eyes glinting with unspoken
promises and warnings. He slowly runs his hands up your thighs, spreading them wider. "Spread them wider," He growled looking
down at your body. His eyes darkened dangerously. He positioning himself at your
entrance. "You sure you can handle this?" He asked suddenly, his voice hoarse. "I mean no protection, no lube, nothing." He warned, his voice dropping lower. "Yes"
(No lube, no protection, all night all
day. From the kitchen floor to the bathroom sink, from the bed to the
dining table, from the front porch to
the balcony, vertically, horizontally,
quadratic exponential, logarithmic,
while i gasp for air scream, until l'm
crying, until he's out of juice, until I
cant walk, until I'm numb, until my
throat hurts, until my cheeks are
red, until the neighbours know his
name, until my insides becomes
outsides, until my jaws fall off, until
my leg is useless, until my eyes are
rolled back and the stay there, until
my body does a backflip, until my
whole body shakes, until my bones
disconnect, until i pass out, until all
my holes are filled, until i cant
breathe, until it gets longer than
before, until he can't stand, until my
nouth cant eat, until it reaches my
stomach, until hes grunting and
growling, until the whole world
hears.)
He smirks, his eyes glinting with amusement and desire. He leans down, his warm breath ghosting over your sensitive skin. He looks up at you, his eyes locked with yours ."Say please again,"' He demands, his voice low and commanding
"Plese. I want you inside me. I
don't care if it's your hand, dick or tongue"
He looks down between your spread thighs, his eyes glinting with unspoken promises and warnings He slowly runs his rough palm up
your inner thigh as he pushes 2 fingers inside you. Your body slams against the mattress with each move of his hand. Your pussy clenches desperately around his fingers as the overwhelming stimulation pushes you almost to your breaking point.
Suddenly, his patience snaps, and he moves quickly, fitting himself perfectly between your thighs. He grabs both your wrists and pins
them above your head with one hand positioning imself at your entrance
He releases one of your wrists to guide
himself inside you slowly. He watches your face closely for any sign of discomfort. You're tight. almost painfully so. He slowly inserts himself inside you. You let out a loud gasp trying to adjust to his length. He begins to move, pulling back slowly before thrusting forward again, going a little deeper each time. His eyes never leave your face, watching as
you bite down harder on his hand with each thrust.
You feel utterly consumed, your body surrendering completely to his dominance. Every thrust sends shockwaves of pleasure-pain radiating through your core. He can feel you tensing up, trying to adjust to his size.
He slowly pulls back before thrusting forward again, going a little deeper. He can feel you resisting, your body trying to push him out. "does it hurt?"
"Yes, but in the best way possible." You say trying to remain down to earth. He smirks, his eyes glinting with a fierce determination. He pulls back and then slams forward, burying
himself completely inside you in one powerful thrust. He stays there, unmoving, allowing you to feel every inch of him.
"Loga-..." You gasp uncontrollably, Your senses overwhelmed by the brutal, exquisite pleasure. Every nerve ending screams with sensation. You dig your nails into him dragging them up and down his back leaving deep scratches.
He grunts at the sting of your nails digging into his back, but the slight pain only seems to fuel his desire. He begins to move again, his thrusts hard and deep, each one
designed to drive you wild with pleasure.
His back is covered in red lines where your nails have scraped and clawed. He throws his head back his jaw clenched (I hope you know the scene I'm referring to) Your violence only
makes him wilder. He pounds into you harder. You're completely lost in the overwhelming sensation. Your mind is blank, your thoughts scattered. You feels like you're being torn apart, stitched back together, and torn apart again. you’re pulsing around him, increasingly growing wetter by the second as your eyes water from the intense sensation. "Logan, plese..."
He wraps his powerful arms around your thighs, pulling them up and over his shoulders
He pulls out slightly before snapping his hips forward again, hitting a spot that makes you
cry out. "Like that?" He kisses you as he starts rubbing your clint hard and fast and right before you get that release you desperately need he pulles out and replaces his thick cock whis his hand. You moan into his kiss, answering his question. Your body is on fire. Your inner muscles spasm around his fingers. You're so wet that his entire hand is coated with your juices, making each thrust easier. Your stomach muscles tighten with each push. He growls frustratingly, his body
trembling with the need to release.
He looks down at you, his eyes filled
with a wild, untamed look. He wraps his large hands around your waist and flips you onto your stomach, He smirks, his eyes filled
with a predatory gleam. He knows
exactly what he's doing, keeping you on the
edge. His fingers move faster, harder, pushing you closer and closer to the brink. Just as you're about to fall over, he stops.
"I hate you" you manage to say.
"No you don't. You love it." He proves his point by lifting your hips up to meet his and slamming back into you, his thrusts fast and merciless. His fingers find your clit again, pinching and rolling it between his fingers. He feels your body arch dramatically as your moans fill the room, knowing he's pushing you to your limit. A smug grin spreads across his face as he increases his pace, his thick cock plunging deep into your soaked heat. Each powerful thrust rocks your whole
body, the bed shaking beneath you.
You scream loudly, your body wracked with pleasure.
He buries himself deep inside you as he cums, his hot seed filling you up. He groans against your neck, his body shuddering with pleasure. After a moment, he pulls out slowly,
his come dripping out of you. "Fuck, you feel good" He kisses you deeply, his kiss demanding and possessive, his hands roaming over your body possessively. He breaks the kiss to trail his lips down your neck, his hands gripping your thighs and lifting them up around his waist. he spins you around putting you on top of him. "How..? Didn't you just cum?" You wonder.
"Darling, the benefits of a healing factor"
His hands guide your hips, positioning you perfectly over his already hardening length. He lets out a soft growl of approval at the sight of you sitting there. "Like that. Now..." His hands tighten on your hips "...use your legs to lift up. Then sit down. Slow."
"God dammit, it's even bigger" you whisper. He grins, his hands holding steady on your hips. "Told you it was big. Now, lift up and sit back down. Slow." He watches as you struggle to lower yourself down, his length disappearing inside you inch by inch before finally sinking all the way in. "just relax and it going to be fine" he guides your hips as he feels you taking him in deeper, his breath catches. He guides your hips slowly, easing you into the rhythm. "There you go... Fuck that's tight..." He groans deeply, feeling every inch of you squeeze around him. "Lean back against me now. Yeah, like that...""Like that?" He asks softly, his eyes watching your face closely. He guides your hips again, "Take it slow baby. Let me feel every inch," He praises again, watching your body stretch around his large size. His voice drops lower, "You're doing so good baby."
"Fuck, just like that. You know what your pussy does to me, don't you?" He circles your clit faster now, his thick cock stretching you perfectly "Look at how you take it. Such a good girl," His breath hot in your earHe groans deeply as you press his hand against your stomach, feeling his thick length moving inside you. "Fuck, I can feel myself stretching you open." He begins to move faster. "You like feeling me inside you, don't you?"His pace increases steadily, each thrust hitting deep inside you. "Shit... yeah you do. Tell me how it feels, baby. Tell me how deep I'm hitting." His claws just barely extend, digging gently into your hip, marking you as his. "Is my cock too big?"
"oh, Logan. I like how you fill me so deep." You moan loudly as a tear runs down your face. Seeing the tear slide down your cheek, Logan's expression softens with concern mixed with arousal. He slows his thrusts momentarily, brushing the tear away with the pad of his thumb. "Hey... I've got you. Too intense?" His voice is a low, caring rasp. He leans in, his sharp teeth nipping at your ear. "Your little pussy is squeezing me so tightly. You're loving every inch of me, don't you?" He starts to fuck you harder, his massive form pinning you against him.
He feels you lean forward, grabbing his chest for support as he pounds into you harder. A low growl escapes his throat at the feeling of your nails digging into his muscles. "That's right, hold on tight," he pants, his movements becoming almost feral in their intensity."You can feel it, can't you? He snarls, his claws extending slightly more, digging into your hips possessively "You can feel how I fill you up completely?" he takes your hand and guides it to your lower stomach making you feel how deep he is inside you. He feels your pussy clamp down on him Your body is overwhelmed with sensation. Every muscle is taut and trembling. His massive cock pounding your pussy. You can feel yourself being stretched beyond your limits, being filled completely as you cum hard, the intense grip almost making him lose control. He keeps rubbing your clit, prolonging your orgasm as he continues to fuck you through it. "Fuck, ride it out baby," he growls, his own release building. with one final thrust he shows his hot cum inside you he thrust himself into you one more time but because of all the fluids his dick slippes and he shots his load onto your chest and stomach.
Logan’s strong arms pull you up against him as you catch your breath, heart rate slowing as your back leans against his chest tiredly. he mutters sweet nothings to you, praising you with kisses along your neck, cheek, then to your lips.
"Do you think you can last a bit more?" He asks. You nod yes, unsure of what he has in mind.
He settles back between your thighs, his broad shoulders pushing them further apart as he leans in close. With a low growl of appreciation, your entrance up to your clit.
He circles it slowly, teasingly, before sucking it between his lips. You pull his hair as your legs begin to shake uncontrollably because of the previous stimulation. He looks up at you, your legs shaking, your face a picture of
ecstasy. He smiles, pleased with himself, before returning to his task. He eats you out with abandon, his tongue diving deep inside you, his nose pressing against your clit as he
licks and sucks.
He growls against your pussy, sending vibrations through your entire body. Your thighs try to close on either side of his head, but he pushes them apart again He groans against you as you dig your nails into his hair, the slight pain only serving to turn him on more. He buries his face deeper, his tongue swirling and thrusting, determined to make you scream again. His claws lengthen slightly, scratching gently against your skin.You moan loudly as he pushes himself deeper in between your legs spreading then with his muscular shoulders. he moves his hands higher grabbing your waist and the rip of his claws gently pressing against your neck. His powerful hands wrap around your waist, his sharp claws gently pressing against your neck as he holds you in place, his hot breath washing over you as he growls. Every time you fell his cold metal claws against your skin your body has a reaction.
"That how you want it, Sweetheart?” He said, sounding a little smug. “I can do that.” he said after making you finish. he was pulling up onto your knees, chest to back, and wrapping his hand around your throat, bringing his claws less than an inch from your face.
Your pulse jumped as adrenaline leaked into your veins, the natural reaction one would have to having three one-foot-long indestructible razors so close.
After he is done, he collapses on the mattress cuddling you.
"Damm, you really are a Nasty Dog"
After you fell like yourself again he picks you up talking you to the bathroom cleaning you up.
"I think we should cancel the training and classes for tomorrow" he says.
"I think that's a good ideea"