Happy New Year, readers!
Today, as promised, the final chapter of Savage Whore goes up. The original version was published on Y!Gallery one year ago, and remains to this day the single sex scene with the most partners I have ever written. As such, I felt the original version lacked the quality and attention to character that it should have had. So I've reworked it, added some 'extra footage,' so to speak, and tacked on an epilogue, featuring (by request) what Charley and Hank were up to in Muir Island. ^_^
Hope you enjoy it, and Happy New Year!
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Logan stepped through the door to Professor Xavier’s study, curiosity and suspicion wrestling each other for dominance in his mind. What’s so important that One-Eye’s gotta see me on New Year’s Eve fer? Hank an’ the Prof are spendin’ the holidays on Muir Island, all the kids’ve gone home, an’ scuzzbags usually take the night off with the rest of us.
He didn’t know what to expect when he stepped through the door into the dimly lit room. It certainly wasn’t seeing six X-Men in the room with him, all in full costume.
Candles were burning in place of the normal harsh lamplight, but Logan’s eyes adjusted quickly. He saw Remy first, leaning against the far windowsill, giving him a cats-and-canaries grin. His Southern-fried boyfriend Rogue was there, too, leaning up against the swamp rat in that clingy, affectionate way that he had. Ever since Rogue had discovered inhibitor collars, they’d been worn constantly around the mansion, and Logan had heard a lot of thumping and squeaking in the two men’s room every night for the last month since.
Cyclops was in the Professor’s chair, stern and rigid as always…at least, that was what Logan thought at first. Then he realized that Scotty’s visor was dark. Fearless Leader’s eyes were closed, and Cable’s hands were on his shoulders, giving him the mother of all neckrubs. ’Bout time someone took care o’ya, Logan thought to himself. Little surprised it turned out t’be yer own kid, though.
In the last corner, leaning against the blackboard, was Petey Rasputin, with Nightcrawler on top of one shoulder. Nothing too special at first, until Logan saw the way Kurt’s tail was curling around Petey’s waist, squeezing just right around that tight, muscular ass, and noticed Colossus trying real hard not to let out a groan of pleasure.
After taking stock of the room’s occupants, Logan felt the scent of their lust hit him in waves. Every man in that room had exactly one thing on their mind: Sex. Wolverine felt something in him respond, primal and visceral. He wanted each of these men as much as they wanted him…But as much as the animal wanted to give in to the feelings and just let go, Logan was still a man, and the man wanted answers.
“Well, One-Eye? What’s this about?” Scott’s eyes came open, the visor brightening as they did, and Scott gave him a slow, sensual smile. There’s somethin’ I never thought I’d see, Logan’s mind said, and he told it to shut the fuck up.
“I was just thinking. Have been for a while now. Ever since I caught you and Hank in the Danger Room. I asked Kurt and Piotr, and they told me the most interesting rumor.”
“How’s that?” Logan glared at the two. Piotr blushed guiltily, but Kurt simply gave him a white, devil-may-care grin.
“According to the two of them, you’re hiring yourself out as a prostitute, performing sexual favors in exchange for cash. I didn’t believe it at first, but it does fit with what I saw in the Danger Room, and then I found the log of the in-house call Cain made to your sex line.”
Logan snorted. “If this is about makin’ me stop…”
“Shut up, Logan.” Scott interrupted. Logan shut up, out of surprise more than anything else. He wasn’t used to being talked to like that by Cyke, leader or no. Scotty went on. “Stop jumping to conclusions and listen for a change. You might even hear something you like. Something like…a business proposition.”
“Yeah?” Logan’s ears perked up. Maybe this wouldn’t be a total bust after all. The whole room smelled like sex, though Logan knew none of the X-Men had done anything. They sure as hell wanted to, though.
“Here’s the deal. I’m willing to hire you, full-time, to serve as the Institute’s…stress management specialist. That’ll be the official title, anyway. You’ll make about twice what you do hiring yourself out, and you’ll be with people you know. In exchange, your services will be exclusively reserved for the X-Men. You only whore out to members of the team, current and former, or affiliates thereof like the Avengers.”
“What about the FF, or Ka-Zar?” That made Scott blink in surprise. “You’ve done it with the Fantastic Four?”
“Ya got inta Ka-Zar’s pants?!” came Rogue’s surprised exclamation. Logan gave the Mississippi boy a wolfish grin, then Scott nodded. “They’re fine, too. No supervillains, and civilians have to pass requirements before they’re allowed access to you.“
Logan shrugged. “That’s it? You got it. Most o’the bad guys don’t do jack for me anyway. Sabretooth’ll be awful disappointed…” Logan’s grin got absolutely evil. “But I c’n live with that.”
“Me too, cher,” Gambit purred as he leaned back in the window sill.. “You prob’ly wond’rin what de rest of us doin’ here, when it looks like ol’ Cyke got de rules pretty well covered.”
Logan looked him in the eye, hazel meeting red-on-black as he folded his arms, noticing a slight swelling in his jeans. “The question may’ve crossed my mind, Gumbo.”
“But you already know the answer, Canuck.” Cable said, coming around from behind Scott’s desk. Logan finally noticed that Nate hadn’t just been shirtless, as he’d thought at first, but completely naked. Hard, too…he had one of the biggest cocks Logan had ever seen, aside from Pete’s. “You don’t make a deal like this without knowing exactly what you’re getting into.”
Logan’s grin got wide and wicked. “So, where we gonna go?”
“Right here, mein freund,” Kurt said. In the characteristic puff of smoke and BAMF! noise, he appeared beside the desk, where his tail cleared it off completely, spilling papers, pens, and office supplies of all sorts to the floor. His clothes, meanwhile, dropped to the ground at Colossus’s feet; he’d teleported out of them completely.
Kurt knelt on the desk facing Logan, legs spread wide to expose his throbbing blue cock, already dripping precome onto the varnished wood surface. Never one to miss a hint, Logan bent over the desk and started licking the fluid off ‘Crawler’s manhood. Behind him, Cable’s eye glowed, and suddenly Logan’s clothes fell off of him, revealing the hirsuite, muscular body underneath. Then Cable stepped aside, gesturing to Scott. “Dad? You want the honors?”
Cyclops smiled as his own uniform tumbled to the ground. Naked except for the visor, he crossed back to behind the desk, where Logan could see him as he stroked his dick. Scott was smooth and wiry, but fit and muscular from years of working out. From when he and Wolverine had showered together, he knew Scotty normally had a pretty average cock, but as Logan watched him get himself excited, he was amazed at how much of a grower the Fearless Leader turned out to be.
A deep, seductive purr came from the windowsill where Remy had been sitting. Evidently he and Rogue had decided to start their own party. Keeping the collar on, Rogue had already shrugged off his own clothes, revealing a very strong farm-boy physique, and was working Remy’s cock free of its pants as he straddled the Cajun’s legs. Still sucking away at Kurt, Logan remembered he’d always wondered which of the two men were on top; he’d figured Remy for a pretty solid bottom, but here he was acting like he was used to being serviced by the Southern beau.
Colossus looked indecisive. On the one hand, he wanted Logan and always had. But on the other, Rogue and Gambit were two gorgeous specimens of manhood. Rogue especially had turned him on ever since Australia, where the heat had forced the man out of his many protective layers of clothing. One look at that toned, slender swimmer’s body, and Piotr had been hooked. As it was, he decided to sit back and stroke his own massive organ until he made up his mind. Before long, he felt a warm pressure against his lips, and opened his mouth to take Cyclops’s cock down his throat as he stroked himself.
Logan didn’t have a lot of time to take in the sights, however, before he felt a pressure at his own at his ass. It was hot, and hard, and felt like a finger, except it was smooth metal instead of flesh. Then he realized: Cable was prepping him to take his cock. Kurt was obviously excited by the sight; his blue shaft was pumping in and out of Logan’s mouth madly, spitting pre down the wildman’s throat with every forward thrust.
When Kurt’s eyes closed and he let out a howl that signified the first orgasm of the night, Logan smiled around his mouthful, gulping down the hot, rich semen that erupted out of Kurt’s cock. As soon as Logan let go of Kurt, he found himself presented with two cocks…one, perfectly shaped and practically screaming with arousal, he immediately recognized as Rogue’s. The other was monstrous, huge beyond even Logan’s imagination; Piotr. He got to work on both of them, sliding his throat all the way down one before slowly pulling all the way off to start work on the other. He felt an insistent pressure on his ass, wider even than Petey’s huge schlong, and turned back with a grin. “Ya tryin’ at tailfuck me, Kurt?”
White fangs flashed at him as a yellow eye winked. “I missed zis chance last time we were involved, mein freund. I’m not about to pass it up now.” With that, the writhing, prehensile appendage shoved its way into Logan, who let out a hoarse cry of pleasure/pain as his cock slapped hard against the surface of the desk.
“Big, beautiful tool like dat needs some attention, ma cher,” he heard the Cajun say beneath him, and shuddered as Gambit’s empathic ’charm’ power washed over him like a fresh tidal wave of lust, as if he’d been watching live sex shows all night without touching himself. “Why don’ you point it on down dis way, let ol’ Remy take care o’your problems?” With his free hand, Logan obliged, pointing his cock straight down towards Remy’s willing mouth, which lapped eagerly at the slit and head, working his cock and balls with the same expertise with which he worked on Rogue and Piotr. The kid’s done this before, an’ a lot, too. The thought of how slutty Remy’s past had to have been made Logan even hotter, and he gulped down the precum from both his cocks with relish even as his own cock flooded Remy’s mouth with the same sticky, clear stuff, urged on by the attention of Nightcrawler‘s thick, long tail. Even though the elf had already cum once that night, he was hardening again, and Logan knew it wouldn’t be long before he’d want back in the action.
Not to be left out, Scott got on his hands and knees beside Remy, burying his finger in between the Cajun’s buttocks. Gambit closed his eyes and moaned around his mouthful of Logan cock…he loved taking things up his ass, and Scott was a natural at finding that sweet spot that would make his lust rise up in him like a rearing, horny stallion. Cable was already busy at work behind his father, sliding his cock up and down the cleft of Scott’s ass in preparation for what would doubtless be the fuck of the millennium.
From behind Scott, Cable smirked at Logan, and his eye glowed again. Logan found himself floated into the air above the naked men, the his tongue out of reach of the cocks it was servicing as Kurt‘s tail popped out of his ass, and he heard Nate’s voice in his mind. *Stroke yourself, Logan. Jack off so that everyone can see you. They all want you…you can smell it, I can feel it. So do it.*
Logan dropped to his knees in mid-air, his crotch thrust forward for all of them to see it, and he started fisting himself with one hand, his other roaming his torso, grabbing his pecs, his nipples…suddenly, everything he could feel on his body started acting as a sexual hotspot. I oughta show off more often, he thought. This is one helluva turn-on!
Rogue and Gambit were watching, the Cajun boy’s cock in the Southern boy’s mouth now as Remy lay back, his eyes locked on Logan while he was sucked by his lover and fingered by his leader. Briefly, the Wolverine wondered if he were still under Gambit’s charm power, then he decided it didn’t matter. For his part, Rogue seemed torn between the sight he was seeing and the five-star blowjob he was giving Remy. He loved Gambit, always would, but there’d always been something about Logan…Rogue definitely understood how Phoenix had felt, when he’d been alive. Ah, the hell with it, Rogue thought. T’night, Ah want both of ‘em.
Reaching back, he wrapped his arms around Remy’s waist and effortlessly hoisted them both into the air; Hank had designed the collar to only dampen his absorption abilities, not the powers he had already gotten from other people. Logan looked up, confused, into Rogue’s green eyes, but when Gambit lowered himself to press his cock right against the Wolverine’s, he understood, and nodded, taking Remy‘s cock in a grip alongside his own.
Using his power of flight for leverage, Rogue lowered himself onto both men’s cocks at the same time. Even with his invulnerability, the pain was blinding, but then Remy’s longer dick hit that sweet spot just behind Rogue’s balls, and the Southern boy let out a shriek of ecstasy. He loved being filled, and just one wasn’t enough, even if it was Gambit’s. Logan, having done this before, held stock still, and nodded to Gambit. “Go ahead, Cajun. Fuck ‘im. Hard an’ deep as ya can.”
“An excellent idea, tovarisch,” came Petey’s voice from below. Gambit started thrusting into Rogue as Logan watched, the Mississippi man’s face contorting in ecstasy from being filled with both the man he loved and the man he wanted. When Cable’s telekinetic field expanded to encompass all three of them, Logan looked down. Colossus was lying full-length on the floor, his huge cock pointing up directly at Logan’s ass while Nightcrawler licked his massive balls, his tail crammed up Piotr‘s ass now that it had been deprived of Logan‘s. Cable was behind Cyclops, holding him up by the thighs while he plowed at his father’s ass, his eye blazing as he kept his telekinetic hold over the threesome in the air. Logan felt himself being lowered onto Piotr’s huge cock, and he shifted position to accommodate, spreading his legs wide while keeping his cock stuffed in Rogue‘s ass next to Gambit‘s. The blaze of pleasure he felt from being inside Rogue and pressing tighter against the wildly thrusting Gambit made him shoot his own first load of the evening into Rogue’s tight, welcoming ass. The Southern boy let out a wail of pleasure at this, his cock rock hard as he gripped Gambit’s shoulders shamelessly, needfully.
Pete’s was the biggest dick Wolverine had ever taken, and feeling it push relentlessly into him made the savage squirm and growl in pain and pleasure. His legs spread apart wide as they would go as inch after inch of Colossus’s maleness disappeared into him, giving him the same pleasure he and Gambit were giving Rogue. The intense ecstasy seemed to make Logan aware of absolutely everything. He watched Cable fuck Scott roughly, passionately, while Kurt abandoned Piotr to climb onto the Fearless Leader and wrap his legs around him, impaling himself on Cyclops and letting the force of Nate’s thrusts drive One-Eye deeper and deeper into him. The elf and Cyke were kissing hotly, their bodies on fire from what they were doing, as Cable watched and just pounded away at them.
This was heaven, it had to be. Watching a hot three-way fuck while being part of an even hotter four-way, no thought in his mind but the pure, raw pleasure from all sides. Logan closed his eyes and let the physical sensations blast through him, his balls slapping against Remy’s as he grabbed Rogue’s chest for leverage, tweaking the nipples just enough to make the Southern man cry out for more.
Suddenly, all seven men were psychically linked, and Logan felt it all happen at the same time. He had Cyke’s dick in him, he was plowing Cyke’s ass, and he could feel his own ass clench around him at the same time as he felt his cock alongside Remy’s, and both cocks stretching him wide as he could go. Every man in the room cried out in passionate ecstasy, and Logan knew they were all feeling the same thing. With simultaneous screams of pleasure, seven cocks erupted in a monumental orgasm, bodies thrashing wildly as the ecstasy blasted them out of themselves.
Jolted back into his own body, Logan felt Pete’s crushing grip close around his torso while his hips bucked Logan up into Rogue’s body, as Remy upsurged at the same time. Rogue, overloaded with both dicks in his ass, let out a scream of passion as his fingers bruised his lover’s shoulders. Logan was aware of Kurt, Cable, and Scott crying out in mutual ecstasy as Nate flooded Scott‘s ass, which in turn caused him to explode inside Kurt‘s and the Elf to spray all three of them with his load…
…But then his world fell away to a single white-hot point of pleasure, before exploding outward again in the most intense orgasm he’d ever felt.
The X-Men collapsed to the ground, Logan exhausted and sweaty in the center of a massive pile of sated male flesh. Even his healing factor was going to have trouble bouncing back from that one. If he was going to be restricted to only whoring for the X-Men, well, there were a helluva lot of worse options out there.
The last candle burned low, and guttered out, and in the dark, someone said “Happy New Year.”
~*~
Across the Atlantic Ocean, Charles Xavier opened his eyes, his lean, muscular body covered in a sheen of sweat. Over him loomed the huge, furry blue form of Henry McCoy, thrusting triumphantly into him as he came, flooding Charles’s ass with seed as he let out a low growl of ecstasy, both from the workout the Professor was giving him and the images he was transmitting into his mind from his students in New York.
As they collapsed into each other’s arms, covered in sweat and gasping for breath, Hank panted out, “And…they have no idea…you were there?”
Charles let out a chuckle. “Please, Henry, don’t make me sound the puppet master. I watched, yes, as I have every time I‘ve been aware of Logan‘s erotic escapades…but the actions and decisions this year have all been Logan’s, and those of his partners. Just like you made the decision tonight to be with me, of your own free will.”
The Beast chuckled a bit at that, grinding his hips so that his balls rolled heavily against the Professor’s firm, round buttocks. “It was worth the wait, Charles. You taught me everything I know…everything. I wasn‘t about to waste an opportunity to put some of my more illicit lessons to good use.” He leaned down and kissed his Professor, his colleague…his lover. When their lips parted, Charles lifted an eyebrow. “So, how do I compare with him?”
“Honestly?” Hank pursed his lips in thought for a moment. “While Logan is inhumanly good in the sack, I think I preferred our encounter. You may not have the stamina of an animalistic mutant, but you know best how to bring your lovers off…and,” he admitted with a deep chuckle, “I enjoyed the show you telepathically treated me to.”
“I have more,” Xavier said with a lusty smile of his own. “Would you like to see what happened when my half-brother made a call to Logan’s sex line?”
Hank stared at the Professor in astonishment. The new year had just begun, and it was already proving to be full of surprises.
Monday, December 31, 2007
Monday, December 17, 2007
BigBlueProstatePoker - Camping Trip
The other half of the competition. BigBlueProstatePoker and I both love Sasquatch and Beast, and we both have our own ways of writing them. This is his fic, 'Camping Trip,' the counterpoint to my 'Animal Urges.'
Note: I just copy/pasted it, so no proofreading. What you're reading is what I read during our contest. ^_^
Enjoy! Feedback for this fic goes to Blue at bigblueprostatepoker(at)yahoo.com. (@ sign replaced to avoid spam)
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“Why my dear Dr. Langkowski... are you suggesting we have a little koombayah in the forest? A positively pep-rallying pow-wow? A Scientist send-up? A...”
“For the love of God, Hank. I'm just suggesting a camping trip. Look, we're both scientist, and well quite frankly we both look like walking shag carpets. I figure a little relaxing trip in the Canadian wilderness free from people and weird looks would be fun. Not to mention a chance to wax scientific.”
“Pity, I had at least another 30 rhymes I could have made. But I digress, your little sojourn into the Canadian countryside sounds just like the expedition this bouncing blue beast is looking for.”
“Well here are the coordinates, I'll see you there this afternoon.”
“Toodles, my hulking and hirsute fellow.”
And with that the large hologram of my scientific contemporary, one Walter Langkowski, disappeared. And just in time, I wouldn't want the good Dr. to see the massive bulge in my superhero briefs. I reached a big furry mitt down and began stroking the massive mutant python between my legs. Rubbing the stretchy lyrca/rubber blend along the fat inches of bloated mutant man meat. Why yes, Walter, a little camping trip is just the thing my loins have been longing for.
I got out of my chair and opened a metallic cabinet. Rows of gleaming silicone dildoes, buttplugs, and sexual lubricants all lined up with a scientist's eye. I reach a fat finger up to my lips as I perused the selection. Hmmm.. you're a big boy, my dear Sasquatch, something your size is going to need something quite big. I looked down at my massive 15 inch cock flopping out of my briefs and dangling in the cool air conditioned room. Yes, my pretty, you're going to do an excellent job of stuffing that massive hairy hole of Walter's, but I want to give that virgin hole a workout it really needs. As I looked around the vast collection, I finally found the perfect fit for my camping compatriot. 23 inches of gleaming, shiny, black silicon and rubber. A fat black mushroom head to rival the fat blue one that was dripping precum onto my thick toes. I threw the toy and some sexual lubricant into the the sturdy rucksack, and boarded onto the X-jet.
A few hours later, my fingers and toes molesting my cock the whole way of course, I touched down at the coordinates I had been given. As I leaped out of the plane I was meet by a lumbering 10 foot tall hulking wall of orange fur and muscle. My fingertip pushed the glass up my thick nose as I stared at the hulking behemoth in front of. Massive, ropey cords of thick powerful muscle... covered in soft orange fur with thick massive amounts of curly fur around his forearms, calves, and also... his crotch. Mmm.. that crotch, my mind boggles as the magnificent amount of mutant man meat that must be dangling between those massive muscled thighs. I slid the tip of my fat tongue along my rubbery lips and smiled as the magnificent beast lumbered toward me.
“Dr. Henry McCoy.”
“Dr. Walter Langkowski, I presume.”
And with that we walked back to the campsite. Much exposition of scientific topics occurred... Postulating and pontificating... but I'm sure none of that you care to hear about, correct, dear reader? I thought not, ergo I shall speed up the course of the events to get to the.. ahem... (mutant) meat of the matter.
Night had already rolled in as the sun had bid adieu and drawn behind the mountains. A roaring campfire we had built was roaring in the background as I looked upon my companion and threw him the proverbial brewski.
“I figured it was only right to bring a gift. Chalk it up to mid-western manners.”
Walter nodded and opened the beer and began to imbibe. Drink up my friend. For you see your libations have been laced with some of Dr. McCoy's little helper. A nice little blend of herbs and spices designed to increase the blood flow to certain parts of your nether regions and to increase the euphoria of the imbiber. Chinese and South Americans plants are amazing things, no?
As I gazed upon my quickly intoxicating companion, I began to set my plan into work. I moved closer to him, my strong hand reaching over to his massive thigh. Slowly feeling the corded muscle underneath and rubbing my hand against it greedily.
“You know, Sasquatch... we're a lot alike my friend. Both big furry mutants, both scientists, both of us are considered beasts, are we not?”
Sasquatch took notice of my hand gratuitously rubbing his inner thigh and smiled down at me. His hand reached and rest on top of mine. Good lord it was huge. Even my hands are quite massive, but feeling his rubbing against mine.. let's just say the size difference was quite noticeable. His huge fingers wrapping around my thick stubby digits and guiding me up his leg towards his crotch.
“You're correct, Beast. My nose is also able to detect not only the arousal I've been smelling all afternoon, but the scent of your precum soaked briefs.”
I blushed, and tried to form a retort, but I was hefted up into the air. The huge massive hands grabbing me and pulling me against him. Walter brought up his face and pushed it into my crotch. His lips opening up and engulfing my briefs into his mouth. Tongue sliding lewdly across my rubber encased cock and teasing it. He licked his lips as he tasted my precum drenched drawers. His saliva mixing it with as he sucked the fat tip through the fabric. I grunts and wrapped my massive feet around his head and grunted like a gorilla. I felt mouth suck the precum out of the fabric.”
“Is it my pre you're looking for Dr. Langkowski? Keep working your mouth like that and I'm sure you'll get plenty more.”
Sasquatch grunted happily and continued sucking on my briefs, my cock throbbing wildly as all my thick mutant pre soaked into his mouth. His tongue teasing on for more. I slowly brought down one leg to his crotch and my foot was greeted by a very thick, hot, throbbing discovery. I traced my thick toes along the shaft, feeling the pulsing veins and squeezing them playfully. I kept dragging my foot further upward. Good lord, how big is his cock?
Sasquatched grabbed my briefs in one massive hand and pulled them off, my fat 15 incher of mutant man meat popping free and smacking him on the face. Sasquatch eyed it like the piece of sasauge it is and opened his mouth to get a better taste of that clear musky nectar he had been seeking.
“Good boy, Sasquatch. That's it's.. suck up Dr. McCoy's hot pre... nice and sticky and wet.. taste real good doesn't it.”
Sasquatch nodded and pulled back. Looking up lewdly at me as he wrapped his tongue around the fat mushroom, slowly pulling the foreskin down to the base. My fat blue mushroom throbbing and squirting it's sticky pre all over my bestial companion's face. Thick and gooey and running down the fur on his cheeks and lips. Sasquatch's own hand had come up to join my foot at working on that massive member. I could feel his rhythm matching mine own. The massive rolls of skin sliding between my toes as he fisted that giant meat. I grunted and looked down, the spectacle of that massive cock, at least 2.5, maybe 3 feet. My dick throbbed and smacked Sassie in face, as it emptied more precum all over it.
Walter dropped me on the ground and looked down at me, his huge rig pressing up against my face. I nearly gagged at the huge waft of musk that was coming off it, permeating my tender nose. But it was also fueling my lust. I wanted that cock, and he knew it.
“Suck it, Hank. This is what you came out here for, right?”
I groaned and laid down on my back. I wrapped my hand and feet around that massive member, and began jerking it off hard. My thick stubby toes working the supple flesh over. My fat fingers wrapped around the head, shoving the foreskin up as I slip it up over my lips and pushed my tongue in there. I licked away like the good little bitch I am. Covering that hot musky skin in my slobber. Working my tongue across the fat crown. God, it was huge and I wanted it. I lapped at it like a dog in heat needing that bone buried in it. Sasquatch was grunting and moaning, his massive muscles twisting and flexing as he fucked against my abs and pecs. The shaggy fur around my calves and forearms getting covered in the precum as he slid his cock between my furry blue extremities. I grunted as I feel what must have been gallons of precum squirting and emptying all over my body. Like honey being drizzled all over my body in hot sticky waves. Covering every inch of furry muscled body. I felt akin to a dildo being lubed up for sex. Egads, I had forgotten about my “little” toy.
“Dr. Langkowski... if you do me the honor of presenting that massive muscle furry butt to my face so I may properly prep it.”
“Why, Hank... you want to venture your face into my furry ass crack.”
“Indubitably, and with pleasure.”
Walter laughed and then lifted up off his muscled haunches and squatted over my face. My god it was beautiful, so massive and wide, like two thick kidney beans spread out over my face. And the furry inside it, so thick and dense and wet from all the sweat of our lovemaking. I buried my face in there and felt my chin smack against his furry huge sac. It smelled like a forest of masculinity. Sweat, musk, and the hot smell of ass wafting into my nostrils. I spread my lips and felt the hot wet fur dropped into my mouth and I began sucking on it. So fucking hot and nasty as I suckled away, feeling all that hot juices slide down my tongue. I wanted it so badly, It was so wrong, but God it was wonderful. I felt my lips rub back and forth as I drained the salty scum from it. Slowly my tongue slid in deeper and found that supple hole, all wrinkled and wet with sweat. I pierced it and slid it inside. Hot and wet my tongue slid inside, slowly opening it up as my nose continued inhaling that intoxicating scent. I grunted and felt my legs curled up. Walter was leaning down and pulling my furry crotch up to his mouth. I felt the thick rubbery lips spread wide and my cock so easily slide into that gaping wet maw. Warmth and wetness enveloped my cock as he sucked away, pumping his throat muscles against my throbbing love muscle. I groaned into his ass and began working the fingertips into his hole. He was a tight little bitch, but it was slowly opening up. I grabbed the huge cheeks in each hand and spread it wide. That orange pucker spreading wide as I opened mouth and spit into the gaping hole. Sassie moaned against my cock, feeling the cold night air against the exposed flesh. I started thrusting my hips against the massive mouth. I felt my fat rubbery mutant meat growing impatient and my fat spunk filled balls begging to explode. I grunted and felt my cock slide out of that warm wet hole, Sassie's huge fist wrapping around the throbbing organ and pounding it.
“Come on, McCoy. I can feel it twitching in my mouth. And your balls are buried up so tight against your cock it's obscene. Cum on you little slut, give me your seed. “
I grunted into that hole I was rimming and felt those hot lips pressed down against my inner thigh. The fat tongue tracing the soft supple fur along my balls and cock. Bastard, he knew my sensitive spots. I grunted and thrusted harder and harder. My orgasm was slowly reaching fever pitch. That massive hand still sliding up and down the length of my throbbing dong... blue meat twitching as the thick folds of skin slid up and down in a rhythmic fashion. I felt the hot mouth leave my thighs and shove into my ass cheeks. I'm sure Walter was finding my ass just as intoxicating as his, thick and stuffed with sweaty blue fur. I felt his tongue rub against my pucker and a fat fingertip pushed against it. I grunted as he kept spitting on the hole and pushing against until I felt my pucker pop and that fat finger shoved deep down in there. Sasquatch laughed like a little child pleased with himself and start milking my prostate. Deeper and deeper, his mouth returning to my cock, sucking faster and furious. I grunted and thrusted like a bitch in heat. My body thrashing and my sperm burning in my fat rubbery balls. I grunted one last time and gritted my teeth. Spunk began flooding out of my balls and shooting down into that hot mouth. He nursed on it hungrily, sucking up my seed like a hoover, his tongue and mouth wanting more of my salty mutant spunk. I moaned and groaned into his ass as he milked my mutant meat and forced my tender prostate to give up as much seed as it could. I spasmed and feel limp against the grass. My lower region still held up in the air as Walter kept sucking it dry. When he was finally satisfied that I had no more seed to give up, he dropped the rest of me to the ground. Cum was covering his face and he lapped it up with relish. That grotesque tongue sliding across his lips and bring all the thick spunk into his mouth.
“Tasty, Dr. McCoy. But as you can see, I still a little assistance with my mutant manhood.”
He grinned and turned on his haunches as that giant obscene tool bouncing up and down in the moonlight. His hand gripping it and slowly working the foreskin up over the head.
“My dear, lad. I didn't spend all that time on your puckerhole for it to go to waste.”
He grunted and turned back to show his spread ass. Looking over his shoulder and licking his lips.
“Be gentle, Hank... I'm still a virgin.”
I chuckled and reached into my dufflebag and pulled out the hulking dildo and my tube of lube. I walked back over to the campfire, cock erecting itself again as I took in the full sight of that gigantic beast in heat, spreading himself open for me and offering himself up to my expertise. I slid back under Walter's body as he continued squatting over me. I open the tube of lube and began squirting thick clear streams deep into that furry ass. Sliding my hands up and working the lube into that hairy crack and pushing my greasy fingers into his ass. Deeper and deeper, spreading it wide open and pushing my fingers in deeper. Sassie thrusting back and squatting deeper, the musky hole rubbing back and forth against my nose and lips. I grunted and lapped against the greased up chute and added my spit to the hot mix.
I grabbed the dildo in my hands and began working the head in. My free hand massaging Langkowski's massive sac. Feeling those huge balls and hefting them in my hands. The burning heat was astounding and I could feel the jizz sloshing inside them. He looked down and chuckled, well aware of the massive load he was going to give me. I pushed the black head against the opening and felt it slowly give way. The rubbery dick slipping in, Sasquatch grunting and digging his toes into the earth and squatting lower, his pucker opening and slowly letting that ass take it in. Inch after inch sliding inside as I pushed that cock deeper into that ass. Deeper and deep until I heard him moan, bingo, I had found the dear Doctor's love button.
“Hank.... aww fuck....”
I pushed it deeper and deeper, working it in and out, burying it against the prostate and feeling that massive dick shoot his precum all over my chest. I could feel his body throbbing and my own cock as well. My big blue beast throbbing hard in the open air, Walter way too lost in lust to give it the attention it needed. I licked my lips and proceeded to the next part of my plan.
I pushed the dildo into the ground and slid out from underneath the behemoth. Walter looked shocked, but I brought my fat fingertip to my lips to let him know all was alright. I reached into my bag and pulled out a small bottle. I stood over the massive sasquatch and brought my foot. I pushed it down against Walter shoulder as I slowly sunk him down further on that rubber fuck pole. He howled as that ass crack spread wide open and took more of it inside. I grunted and stepped onto his thighs, I popped open the bottle and brought it under his nose. His cock shot up even harder and smacked against my backside, squirting precum into the air. I grunted and sucked on the fat cock tip as I lubed up my ass, a huge finger from Walter coming up to aid me. Fuck it was big, like a regular man's cock shoving inside my ass. He was inexperienced and impatient, but my healing factor started to kick in and stretched out to take the digit down to the knuckle. I grunted and climbed up his chest, lowering my ass against the massive head. I grunted and clenched my teeth, fuck this was going to hurt, but I wanted, fuck I needed that meat buried in my hole.
He had figured out my plan, and grabbed his dick in one hand and my ass in the other. Slowly I began to slide down that massive cock. I could feel it throb and spread me wider with his every breath. I could only imagine what this must have looked like. Canada's biggest superhero bouncing on a dildo, while America's favorite bouncing blue beast sliding down that massive rig. I got down about a foot on that cock and pressed my feet against his thighs. Slowly up and down I slid on that fuckpole. Walters thrusts matching mine as he continued bouncing on that dildo. We were like two massive gorillas in heat, fighting to see who would come the hardest. Growling and kissing, fat tongues wrestling in the moonlight as I bounced on that massive orange cock, my ass stretched and gaping and sucking on that massive mutant dong. Walter's own hole sucking that rubber dildo as it pushed against his prostate, harder and harder... the delectable pressure building up in us both. I growled and shoved my tongue down into his throat.
“Are you close...”
“Yes... me too..”
I grunted and slid off that cock.. still standing on his thighs, our fat orange and blue mushrooms rubbing pressed against each other and grinding furiously. I wrapped both massive hands around it and kept jerking. He was close, real close and I couldn't hold any longer. I brought one foot and pushed against his chest. He lost his balance and sunk to the bottom of that dildo.
“Fuuckkk... Hank....”
That was all he could say as the dildo dug inside him and shoved up against his prostate. I smiled evily and gritted my teeth. Cum began pouring out of that massive orange head, the cum lips spreading wide and thick seed spurting out and all over the both of us. My own mutant fuckpole spasmed and and my own torrent of seed began to spew. Everywhere, cum was pouring out, stream after massive stream squirting all over us and covering us up in seed. Smacking our dicks together. Sassie grinning and holding me up in one hand as he brought that massive muscled orange furry foot up and began jerking our jizzing rods with his orange toes. Harder and harder, the bitch knew my little fetish and I gave him a big wad of cum as a reward. I grunted and felt him lift me up, his own frame erecting itself as he got off that dildo. I felt my cock getting shoved inside his ass. His hand burying me deep inside him and holding me in place as I the rest of my orgasm emptied inside him. My body convulsing as I finished my load. My body going limp as he pulled me off and pressed my gaping pucker against his mushroom and slid just the head in, emptying the remaining gallon or so of jizz deep in me. I grunted and he squirmed and thrashed and I felt the torrent subside. Our big cocks still hard and twitching, lust still pounding in our bodies, as he laid me down on my side, and buried his face into my ass cheeks, his tongue lapping out his seed. His own hips pushed against my face and his ass spread wide. The both of us licking and lapping up the hot wet seed from our sweaty musky hole. Cum covered fur forest getting munched and licked cleaned.
I heard him moan between pants, “Thank you my friend...”
“Anything for science.”
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“Why my dear Dr. Langkowski... are you suggesting we have a little koombayah in the forest? A positively pep-rallying pow-wow? A Scientist send-up? A...”
“For the love of God, Hank. I'm just suggesting a camping trip. Look, we're both scientist, and well quite frankly we both look like walking shag carpets. I figure a little relaxing trip in the Canadian wilderness free from people and weird looks would be fun. Not to mention a chance to wax scientific.”
“Pity, I had at least another 30 rhymes I could have made. But I digress, your little sojourn into the Canadian countryside sounds just like the expedition this bouncing blue beast is looking for.”
“Well here are the coordinates, I'll see you there this afternoon.”
“Toodles, my hulking and hirsute fellow.”
And with that the large hologram of my scientific contemporary, one Walter Langkowski, disappeared. And just in time, I wouldn't want the good Dr. to see the massive bulge in my superhero briefs. I reached a big furry mitt down and began stroking the massive mutant python between my legs. Rubbing the stretchy lyrca/rubber blend along the fat inches of bloated mutant man meat. Why yes, Walter, a little camping trip is just the thing my loins have been longing for.
I got out of my chair and opened a metallic cabinet. Rows of gleaming silicone dildoes, buttplugs, and sexual lubricants all lined up with a scientist's eye. I reach a fat finger up to my lips as I perused the selection. Hmmm.. you're a big boy, my dear Sasquatch, something your size is going to need something quite big. I looked down at my massive 15 inch cock flopping out of my briefs and dangling in the cool air conditioned room. Yes, my pretty, you're going to do an excellent job of stuffing that massive hairy hole of Walter's, but I want to give that virgin hole a workout it really needs. As I looked around the vast collection, I finally found the perfect fit for my camping compatriot. 23 inches of gleaming, shiny, black silicon and rubber. A fat black mushroom head to rival the fat blue one that was dripping precum onto my thick toes. I threw the toy and some sexual lubricant into the the sturdy rucksack, and boarded onto the X-jet.
A few hours later, my fingers and toes molesting my cock the whole way of course, I touched down at the coordinates I had been given. As I leaped out of the plane I was meet by a lumbering 10 foot tall hulking wall of orange fur and muscle. My fingertip pushed the glass up my thick nose as I stared at the hulking behemoth in front of. Massive, ropey cords of thick powerful muscle... covered in soft orange fur with thick massive amounts of curly fur around his forearms, calves, and also... his crotch. Mmm.. that crotch, my mind boggles as the magnificent amount of mutant man meat that must be dangling between those massive muscled thighs. I slid the tip of my fat tongue along my rubbery lips and smiled as the magnificent beast lumbered toward me.
“Dr. Henry McCoy.”
“Dr. Walter Langkowski, I presume.”
And with that we walked back to the campsite. Much exposition of scientific topics occurred... Postulating and pontificating... but I'm sure none of that you care to hear about, correct, dear reader? I thought not, ergo I shall speed up the course of the events to get to the.. ahem... (mutant) meat of the matter.
Night had already rolled in as the sun had bid adieu and drawn behind the mountains. A roaring campfire we had built was roaring in the background as I looked upon my companion and threw him the proverbial brewski.
“I figured it was only right to bring a gift. Chalk it up to mid-western manners.”
Walter nodded and opened the beer and began to imbibe. Drink up my friend. For you see your libations have been laced with some of Dr. McCoy's little helper. A nice little blend of herbs and spices designed to increase the blood flow to certain parts of your nether regions and to increase the euphoria of the imbiber. Chinese and South Americans plants are amazing things, no?
As I gazed upon my quickly intoxicating companion, I began to set my plan into work. I moved closer to him, my strong hand reaching over to his massive thigh. Slowly feeling the corded muscle underneath and rubbing my hand against it greedily.
“You know, Sasquatch... we're a lot alike my friend. Both big furry mutants, both scientists, both of us are considered beasts, are we not?”
Sasquatch took notice of my hand gratuitously rubbing his inner thigh and smiled down at me. His hand reached and rest on top of mine. Good lord it was huge. Even my hands are quite massive, but feeling his rubbing against mine.. let's just say the size difference was quite noticeable. His huge fingers wrapping around my thick stubby digits and guiding me up his leg towards his crotch.
“You're correct, Beast. My nose is also able to detect not only the arousal I've been smelling all afternoon, but the scent of your precum soaked briefs.”
I blushed, and tried to form a retort, but I was hefted up into the air. The huge massive hands grabbing me and pulling me against him. Walter brought up his face and pushed it into my crotch. His lips opening up and engulfing my briefs into his mouth. Tongue sliding lewdly across my rubber encased cock and teasing it. He licked his lips as he tasted my precum drenched drawers. His saliva mixing it with as he sucked the fat tip through the fabric. I grunts and wrapped my massive feet around his head and grunted like a gorilla. I felt mouth suck the precum out of the fabric.”
“Is it my pre you're looking for Dr. Langkowski? Keep working your mouth like that and I'm sure you'll get plenty more.”
Sasquatch grunted happily and continued sucking on my briefs, my cock throbbing wildly as all my thick mutant pre soaked into his mouth. His tongue teasing on for more. I slowly brought down one leg to his crotch and my foot was greeted by a very thick, hot, throbbing discovery. I traced my thick toes along the shaft, feeling the pulsing veins and squeezing them playfully. I kept dragging my foot further upward. Good lord, how big is his cock?
Sasquatched grabbed my briefs in one massive hand and pulled them off, my fat 15 incher of mutant man meat popping free and smacking him on the face. Sasquatch eyed it like the piece of sasauge it is and opened his mouth to get a better taste of that clear musky nectar he had been seeking.
“Good boy, Sasquatch. That's it's.. suck up Dr. McCoy's hot pre... nice and sticky and wet.. taste real good doesn't it.”
Sasquatch nodded and pulled back. Looking up lewdly at me as he wrapped his tongue around the fat mushroom, slowly pulling the foreskin down to the base. My fat blue mushroom throbbing and squirting it's sticky pre all over my bestial companion's face. Thick and gooey and running down the fur on his cheeks and lips. Sasquatch's own hand had come up to join my foot at working on that massive member. I could feel his rhythm matching mine own. The massive rolls of skin sliding between my toes as he fisted that giant meat. I grunted and looked down, the spectacle of that massive cock, at least 2.5, maybe 3 feet. My dick throbbed and smacked Sassie in face, as it emptied more precum all over it.
Walter dropped me on the ground and looked down at me, his huge rig pressing up against my face. I nearly gagged at the huge waft of musk that was coming off it, permeating my tender nose. But it was also fueling my lust. I wanted that cock, and he knew it.
“Suck it, Hank. This is what you came out here for, right?”
I groaned and laid down on my back. I wrapped my hand and feet around that massive member, and began jerking it off hard. My thick stubby toes working the supple flesh over. My fat fingers wrapped around the head, shoving the foreskin up as I slip it up over my lips and pushed my tongue in there. I licked away like the good little bitch I am. Covering that hot musky skin in my slobber. Working my tongue across the fat crown. God, it was huge and I wanted it. I lapped at it like a dog in heat needing that bone buried in it. Sasquatch was grunting and moaning, his massive muscles twisting and flexing as he fucked against my abs and pecs. The shaggy fur around my calves and forearms getting covered in the precum as he slid his cock between my furry blue extremities. I grunted as I feel what must have been gallons of precum squirting and emptying all over my body. Like honey being drizzled all over my body in hot sticky waves. Covering every inch of furry muscled body. I felt akin to a dildo being lubed up for sex. Egads, I had forgotten about my “little” toy.
“Dr. Langkowski... if you do me the honor of presenting that massive muscle furry butt to my face so I may properly prep it.”
“Why, Hank... you want to venture your face into my furry ass crack.”
“Indubitably, and with pleasure.”
Walter laughed and then lifted up off his muscled haunches and squatted over my face. My god it was beautiful, so massive and wide, like two thick kidney beans spread out over my face. And the furry inside it, so thick and dense and wet from all the sweat of our lovemaking. I buried my face in there and felt my chin smack against his furry huge sac. It smelled like a forest of masculinity. Sweat, musk, and the hot smell of ass wafting into my nostrils. I spread my lips and felt the hot wet fur dropped into my mouth and I began sucking on it. So fucking hot and nasty as I suckled away, feeling all that hot juices slide down my tongue. I wanted it so badly, It was so wrong, but God it was wonderful. I felt my lips rub back and forth as I drained the salty scum from it. Slowly my tongue slid in deeper and found that supple hole, all wrinkled and wet with sweat. I pierced it and slid it inside. Hot and wet my tongue slid inside, slowly opening it up as my nose continued inhaling that intoxicating scent. I grunted and felt my legs curled up. Walter was leaning down and pulling my furry crotch up to his mouth. I felt the thick rubbery lips spread wide and my cock so easily slide into that gaping wet maw. Warmth and wetness enveloped my cock as he sucked away, pumping his throat muscles against my throbbing love muscle. I groaned into his ass and began working the fingertips into his hole. He was a tight little bitch, but it was slowly opening up. I grabbed the huge cheeks in each hand and spread it wide. That orange pucker spreading wide as I opened mouth and spit into the gaping hole. Sassie moaned against my cock, feeling the cold night air against the exposed flesh. I started thrusting my hips against the massive mouth. I felt my fat rubbery mutant meat growing impatient and my fat spunk filled balls begging to explode. I grunted and felt my cock slide out of that warm wet hole, Sassie's huge fist wrapping around the throbbing organ and pounding it.
“Come on, McCoy. I can feel it twitching in my mouth. And your balls are buried up so tight against your cock it's obscene. Cum on you little slut, give me your seed. “
I grunted into that hole I was rimming and felt those hot lips pressed down against my inner thigh. The fat tongue tracing the soft supple fur along my balls and cock. Bastard, he knew my sensitive spots. I grunted and thrusted harder and harder. My orgasm was slowly reaching fever pitch. That massive hand still sliding up and down the length of my throbbing dong... blue meat twitching as the thick folds of skin slid up and down in a rhythmic fashion. I felt the hot mouth leave my thighs and shove into my ass cheeks. I'm sure Walter was finding my ass just as intoxicating as his, thick and stuffed with sweaty blue fur. I felt his tongue rub against my pucker and a fat fingertip pushed against it. I grunted as he kept spitting on the hole and pushing against until I felt my pucker pop and that fat finger shoved deep down in there. Sasquatch laughed like a little child pleased with himself and start milking my prostate. Deeper and deeper, his mouth returning to my cock, sucking faster and furious. I grunted and thrusted like a bitch in heat. My body thrashing and my sperm burning in my fat rubbery balls. I grunted one last time and gritted my teeth. Spunk began flooding out of my balls and shooting down into that hot mouth. He nursed on it hungrily, sucking up my seed like a hoover, his tongue and mouth wanting more of my salty mutant spunk. I moaned and groaned into his ass as he milked my mutant meat and forced my tender prostate to give up as much seed as it could. I spasmed and feel limp against the grass. My lower region still held up in the air as Walter kept sucking it dry. When he was finally satisfied that I had no more seed to give up, he dropped the rest of me to the ground. Cum was covering his face and he lapped it up with relish. That grotesque tongue sliding across his lips and bring all the thick spunk into his mouth.
“Tasty, Dr. McCoy. But as you can see, I still a little assistance with my mutant manhood.”
He grinned and turned on his haunches as that giant obscene tool bouncing up and down in the moonlight. His hand gripping it and slowly working the foreskin up over the head.
“My dear, lad. I didn't spend all that time on your puckerhole for it to go to waste.”
He grunted and turned back to show his spread ass. Looking over his shoulder and licking his lips.
“Be gentle, Hank... I'm still a virgin.”
I chuckled and reached into my dufflebag and pulled out the hulking dildo and my tube of lube. I walked back over to the campfire, cock erecting itself again as I took in the full sight of that gigantic beast in heat, spreading himself open for me and offering himself up to my expertise. I slid back under Walter's body as he continued squatting over me. I open the tube of lube and began squirting thick clear streams deep into that furry ass. Sliding my hands up and working the lube into that hairy crack and pushing my greasy fingers into his ass. Deeper and deeper, spreading it wide open and pushing my fingers in deeper. Sassie thrusting back and squatting deeper, the musky hole rubbing back and forth against my nose and lips. I grunted and lapped against the greased up chute and added my spit to the hot mix.
I grabbed the dildo in my hands and began working the head in. My free hand massaging Langkowski's massive sac. Feeling those huge balls and hefting them in my hands. The burning heat was astounding and I could feel the jizz sloshing inside them. He looked down and chuckled, well aware of the massive load he was going to give me. I pushed the black head against the opening and felt it slowly give way. The rubbery dick slipping in, Sasquatch grunting and digging his toes into the earth and squatting lower, his pucker opening and slowly letting that ass take it in. Inch after inch sliding inside as I pushed that cock deeper into that ass. Deeper and deep until I heard him moan, bingo, I had found the dear Doctor's love button.
“Hank.... aww fuck....”
I pushed it deeper and deeper, working it in and out, burying it against the prostate and feeling that massive dick shoot his precum all over my chest. I could feel his body throbbing and my own cock as well. My big blue beast throbbing hard in the open air, Walter way too lost in lust to give it the attention it needed. I licked my lips and proceeded to the next part of my plan.
I pushed the dildo into the ground and slid out from underneath the behemoth. Walter looked shocked, but I brought my fat fingertip to my lips to let him know all was alright. I reached into my bag and pulled out a small bottle. I stood over the massive sasquatch and brought my foot. I pushed it down against Walter shoulder as I slowly sunk him down further on that rubber fuck pole. He howled as that ass crack spread wide open and took more of it inside. I grunted and stepped onto his thighs, I popped open the bottle and brought it under his nose. His cock shot up even harder and smacked against my backside, squirting precum into the air. I grunted and sucked on the fat cock tip as I lubed up my ass, a huge finger from Walter coming up to aid me. Fuck it was big, like a regular man's cock shoving inside my ass. He was inexperienced and impatient, but my healing factor started to kick in and stretched out to take the digit down to the knuckle. I grunted and climbed up his chest, lowering my ass against the massive head. I grunted and clenched my teeth, fuck this was going to hurt, but I wanted, fuck I needed that meat buried in my hole.
He had figured out my plan, and grabbed his dick in one hand and my ass in the other. Slowly I began to slide down that massive cock. I could feel it throb and spread me wider with his every breath. I could only imagine what this must have looked like. Canada's biggest superhero bouncing on a dildo, while America's favorite bouncing blue beast sliding down that massive rig. I got down about a foot on that cock and pressed my feet against his thighs. Slowly up and down I slid on that fuckpole. Walters thrusts matching mine as he continued bouncing on that dildo. We were like two massive gorillas in heat, fighting to see who would come the hardest. Growling and kissing, fat tongues wrestling in the moonlight as I bounced on that massive orange cock, my ass stretched and gaping and sucking on that massive mutant dong. Walter's own hole sucking that rubber dildo as it pushed against his prostate, harder and harder... the delectable pressure building up in us both. I growled and shoved my tongue down into his throat.
“Are you close...”
“Yes... me too..”
I grunted and slid off that cock.. still standing on his thighs, our fat orange and blue mushrooms rubbing pressed against each other and grinding furiously. I wrapped both massive hands around it and kept jerking. He was close, real close and I couldn't hold any longer. I brought one foot and pushed against his chest. He lost his balance and sunk to the bottom of that dildo.
“Fuuckkk... Hank....”
That was all he could say as the dildo dug inside him and shoved up against his prostate. I smiled evily and gritted my teeth. Cum began pouring out of that massive orange head, the cum lips spreading wide and thick seed spurting out and all over the both of us. My own mutant fuckpole spasmed and and my own torrent of seed began to spew. Everywhere, cum was pouring out, stream after massive stream squirting all over us and covering us up in seed. Smacking our dicks together. Sassie grinning and holding me up in one hand as he brought that massive muscled orange furry foot up and began jerking our jizzing rods with his orange toes. Harder and harder, the bitch knew my little fetish and I gave him a big wad of cum as a reward. I grunted and felt him lift me up, his own frame erecting itself as he got off that dildo. I felt my cock getting shoved inside his ass. His hand burying me deep inside him and holding me in place as I the rest of my orgasm emptied inside him. My body convulsing as I finished my load. My body going limp as he pulled me off and pressed my gaping pucker against his mushroom and slid just the head in, emptying the remaining gallon or so of jizz deep in me. I grunted and he squirmed and thrashed and I felt the torrent subside. Our big cocks still hard and twitching, lust still pounding in our bodies, as he laid me down on my side, and buried his face into my ass cheeks, his tongue lapping out his seed. His own hips pushed against my face and his ass spread wide. The both of us licking and lapping up the hot wet seed from our sweaty musky hole. Cum covered fur forest getting munched and licked cleaned.
I heard him moan between pants, “Thank you my friend...”
“Anything for science.”
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Animal Urges
Written in a friendly competition with BigBlueProstatePoker, one of the biggest Hank fans I know and a great erotic writer of big, muscled guys.
This is a blog exclusive, as I'm sure Y!Gallery wouldn't take any kinder to Sasquatch than they have to Beast.
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Hank McCoy was glad he'd visited the Cerebral Summit now. A weekend retreat in the Canadian wilderness for science geeks of all breed and classification, it was Science Camp for adults.
The fact that a certain Dr. Walter Langkowski had organized the meeting wasn't exactly low on the list of reasons the blue-furred Beast had literally leaped at the chance to sign up. As Sasquatch of Alpha Flight, Dr. Langkowski had a great deal in common with Hank; a love of action, a desire to make their mark on the intellectual and superhero crowds alike...
...And a rather potent sex drive. Hank licked his lips as he remembered the first time he and Walt had dallianced. The X-Men and Alpha Flight were banding together against some remnant of Weapon X, and the two of them had just come back from the fight, flush with victory and adrenaline surging through their systems. They'd made love that first night like wild animals, Hank burying himself in the Sasquatch's furry orange depths time and again as they'd roared their passion to the skies. Even now, thinking about it made Hank's cock twitch.
And on this, the very first night of the summit, he'd gotten a note taped to his door that had merely said "Woods, 8:30. Naked."
So Hank had abandoned his blue uniform trunks and white lab coat at the forest's edge, massive blue-black tool dangling in the night air as he bounded through the forest, following his keen senses deeper into the shrouding darkness until he saw a campfire.
Kneeling by the fire was the Sasquatch. Naked, orange-furred legs spread wide to allow his tool maximum freedom, he grinned up at McCoy and licked his chops. "McCoy. Wasn't sure if you had enough animal in you t'show."
Hank took in the sight, panting not so much from exertion as from a rising lust. "Believe me when I say...my dear Dr. Langkowski...that my beastly exterior in no way represents the man within. However..." Hank became painfully aware of the steady stream of clear, thick preseed drooling from the end of his aching cock to pool between his feet on the forest floor.
" However, 'Doctor' McCoy, you're horny as hell. Here, in the middle of nature with a savage, hairy animal-man, all your sexual triggers are being pushed." The Sasquatch rose to his impressive, 8-foot height, and lumbered ponderously over to Hank, who regardless of what he told himself, found himself sinking to his knees, muscular thighs spread as his balls rested on them. Walt chuckled darkly as he looked down at his conquest, then slapped Hank in the face with his impressive member...half again as large as the Beast's. Hank couldn't help but wonder how Sasquatch managed to stay modest on missions. Perhaps my esteemed colleague is a grower, rather than a shower?
Then Sasquatch gave him a push, and he was on his back, legs in the air, the heat from the fire almost burning the underside of his thighs. Grasping his ankles with his massive paws, Hank spread his legs wide with a whimper, and Walter leaned down and buried his face in the Beast's entrance, his tongue digging at that dark purple rosebud with screamed for attention. As Sasquatch's massive hands came up to grab hold of his scuplted, titanic thighs, Hank reached around and fisted his blue-black cock madly, relishing in the feel as precome coated his fur, heated pleasantly by the fire until it felt as if he were getting a hot oil bath.
Each stroke of Sasquatch's tongue that penetrated Hank's depths elicited a fresh moan as the Beast writhed under his lover's ministrations. His cock jerked and spasmed in his fist as he did so, streams of clear pre hitting Walt in the face. Not that Sasquatch minded - the taste and smell of Hank, his clean purple sweetness and strong male musk, was intoxicating, and he felt half-ready to shoot without even touching himself.
"Ohh...Walter...if you do not desist soon, I fear I may have...a prematu-OOOHHH!" Hank's warning degenerated into a bestial howl as a fresh assault from Walt's tongue drove him over the edge, puimping his cock furiously as it erupted veritable quarts of semen all over his blue fur, staining it with streaks of white and filling his mouth when he opened up to catch it. Panting, he let his body relax, and Sasquatch lifed his head in some disbelief.
"TELL me that ain't it."
Hank smiled, and shook his head. "Not in the least, my good animal-man. You see...one of the wonderful things about my uniquely mutant physiology is that I am possessed of a low-level healing factor." As the Beast spoke, his cum-soaked hand drifted lazily back to his cock, which rose back to attention swiftly as he spoke. "So you're not done in the least. Now, are you going to fill me with that wonderfully voluminous maleness, or am I going to have to take it by force?"
At Hank's words, Walter grinned and loomed over Hank, trapping his body in orange fur even as he buried himself in blue. "Oh, you're gonna take it all right, Blue. You're gonna take every last fuckin' inch."
As he spoke, his drooling, rigid, rampant maleness poised itself at the Beast's moist opening, and then pressed in. Hank moaned like the whore he'd become as he felt inch after inch of Sasquatch's massive, wondrous cock slide in, and his cock, now fully back at attention, slathered them both in precome. They were well and truly soaked, but the fire blazed strong as ever, and before long they felt as if they were in a sauna together, steam from their bodies rolling about them in a hot mist as their lips locked in a hot, sloppy, sensual kiss.
Walt hadn't thought it was possible, but before long every inch of his behemoth dick was buried in Hank's ass, and judging from the groans and whimpers of the Beast beneath him, he was loving the entire thing. Leaning down, he whispered in Hank's pointed ear, "Tell me what you want."
Hank's answer was immediate, desperate, shameless. "FUCK ME, Sasquatch! Hard, deep, fast! Take me with that gargantuan monster and ride me till daybreak!"
"You got it," Walt said, and proceeded to do just that. His cock started pistoning in and out of Hank McCoy's begging ass, unloading more than enough precome to lubricate the passage so that Hank suffered no pain, only the fierce, savage pleasure that came with being fucked like an animal. For his part, the Beast howled and moaned shamelessly, rolling his ass so that it came up to meet every one of Walt's thrusts as his big, powerful, furry legs hooked around Sasquatch's waist, his cock jerking forward with each thrust to smack Walt's hard, furry abs, before falling back to slap Hank's massive, slablike pectorals, sending more glittering trails of preseed with every delicious thrust. Walt started catching the stuff in his mouth as he fucked Hank, swallowing it down like nectar as he savored the rich, heady taste, and used the lust it filled him with to slam into the Beast's blue backside with a fresh barrage of hammering thrusts.
They kept at it like that for what seemed like forever, howling out in twin, animalistic expressions of esctasy, their reason and intellect completely subjugated by their lust for each other and the passion with which they plowed each other.
Finally, as the sun started to peek through the tree branches, Sasquatch tensed up, hilted himself in Hank's ass, and roared, louder and mightier than ever, as his cock swelled up and sent geysers of come to flood the Beast's insides as Hank jerked his cock, grunting and growling, until it, too, exploded in a wash of semen that soaked into both their fur coats. The orgasms that accompanied the cumshots were explosions of powerful, raw male essence that seared through both men's bodies, making them scream their pleasure until they both collapsed on the forest floor, completely spent, as the fire finally died.
When the sun finally shone on them, Hank's legs were still wrapped around Walt's waist, holding the Sasquatch's massive tool inside him. When the two of them separated, letting the oceans of cum that Walt had pumped into Hank finally leak out, they shared one last, hot, passionate kiss before they broke off.
"You...you're really somethin', Blue. Anyone ever tell you that?"
"I...may have been informed of it...a time or thrice over my illustrious career," Hank panted out as he sat up.
"Anytime you feel the need for a big beast-cock in ya, you know who to call," Walt said with a grin.
"I shall endeavor to make you the first aware in just such an occurrence," Hank replied. Walt grinned, and lumbered deeper into the woods, where Hank knew there was a spring he could wash off in.
For his part, Hank loped back to the forest's edge, where he collected his trunks and labcoat. He didn't want to wash off the evidence of their night of animalistic passion just yet. I can always shower when I return to my room, he thought. My presentation isn't for another few hours anyway.
In fact...With a grin that had suddenly gone very feral, Hank McCoy turned around, and bounded back into the woods. He had plenty of time for another round or two with the Sasquatch before he had to get ready for his lecture...
And he could make very good use of that time.
This is a blog exclusive, as I'm sure Y!Gallery wouldn't take any kinder to Sasquatch than they have to Beast.
~*~
Hank McCoy was glad he'd visited the Cerebral Summit now. A weekend retreat in the Canadian wilderness for science geeks of all breed and classification, it was Science Camp for adults.
The fact that a certain Dr. Walter Langkowski had organized the meeting wasn't exactly low on the list of reasons the blue-furred Beast had literally leaped at the chance to sign up. As Sasquatch of Alpha Flight, Dr. Langkowski had a great deal in common with Hank; a love of action, a desire to make their mark on the intellectual and superhero crowds alike...
...And a rather potent sex drive. Hank licked his lips as he remembered the first time he and Walt had dallianced. The X-Men and Alpha Flight were banding together against some remnant of Weapon X, and the two of them had just come back from the fight, flush with victory and adrenaline surging through their systems. They'd made love that first night like wild animals, Hank burying himself in the Sasquatch's furry orange depths time and again as they'd roared their passion to the skies. Even now, thinking about it made Hank's cock twitch.
And on this, the very first night of the summit, he'd gotten a note taped to his door that had merely said "Woods, 8:30. Naked."
So Hank had abandoned his blue uniform trunks and white lab coat at the forest's edge, massive blue-black tool dangling in the night air as he bounded through the forest, following his keen senses deeper into the shrouding darkness until he saw a campfire.
Kneeling by the fire was the Sasquatch. Naked, orange-furred legs spread wide to allow his tool maximum freedom, he grinned up at McCoy and licked his chops. "McCoy. Wasn't sure if you had enough animal in you t'show."
Hank took in the sight, panting not so much from exertion as from a rising lust. "Believe me when I say...my dear Dr. Langkowski...that my beastly exterior in no way represents the man within. However..." Hank became painfully aware of the steady stream of clear, thick preseed drooling from the end of his aching cock to pool between his feet on the forest floor.
" However, 'Doctor' McCoy, you're horny as hell. Here, in the middle of nature with a savage, hairy animal-man, all your sexual triggers are being pushed." The Sasquatch rose to his impressive, 8-foot height, and lumbered ponderously over to Hank, who regardless of what he told himself, found himself sinking to his knees, muscular thighs spread as his balls rested on them. Walt chuckled darkly as he looked down at his conquest, then slapped Hank in the face with his impressive member...half again as large as the Beast's. Hank couldn't help but wonder how Sasquatch managed to stay modest on missions. Perhaps my esteemed colleague is a grower, rather than a shower?
Then Sasquatch gave him a push, and he was on his back, legs in the air, the heat from the fire almost burning the underside of his thighs. Grasping his ankles with his massive paws, Hank spread his legs wide with a whimper, and Walter leaned down and buried his face in the Beast's entrance, his tongue digging at that dark purple rosebud with screamed for attention. As Sasquatch's massive hands came up to grab hold of his scuplted, titanic thighs, Hank reached around and fisted his blue-black cock madly, relishing in the feel as precome coated his fur, heated pleasantly by the fire until it felt as if he were getting a hot oil bath.
Each stroke of Sasquatch's tongue that penetrated Hank's depths elicited a fresh moan as the Beast writhed under his lover's ministrations. His cock jerked and spasmed in his fist as he did so, streams of clear pre hitting Walt in the face. Not that Sasquatch minded - the taste and smell of Hank, his clean purple sweetness and strong male musk, was intoxicating, and he felt half-ready to shoot without even touching himself.
"Ohh...Walter...if you do not desist soon, I fear I may have...a prematu-OOOHHH!" Hank's warning degenerated into a bestial howl as a fresh assault from Walt's tongue drove him over the edge, puimping his cock furiously as it erupted veritable quarts of semen all over his blue fur, staining it with streaks of white and filling his mouth when he opened up to catch it. Panting, he let his body relax, and Sasquatch lifed his head in some disbelief.
"TELL me that ain't it."
Hank smiled, and shook his head. "Not in the least, my good animal-man. You see...one of the wonderful things about my uniquely mutant physiology is that I am possessed of a low-level healing factor." As the Beast spoke, his cum-soaked hand drifted lazily back to his cock, which rose back to attention swiftly as he spoke. "So you're not done in the least. Now, are you going to fill me with that wonderfully voluminous maleness, or am I going to have to take it by force?"
At Hank's words, Walter grinned and loomed over Hank, trapping his body in orange fur even as he buried himself in blue. "Oh, you're gonna take it all right, Blue. You're gonna take every last fuckin' inch."
As he spoke, his drooling, rigid, rampant maleness poised itself at the Beast's moist opening, and then pressed in. Hank moaned like the whore he'd become as he felt inch after inch of Sasquatch's massive, wondrous cock slide in, and his cock, now fully back at attention, slathered them both in precome. They were well and truly soaked, but the fire blazed strong as ever, and before long they felt as if they were in a sauna together, steam from their bodies rolling about them in a hot mist as their lips locked in a hot, sloppy, sensual kiss.
Walt hadn't thought it was possible, but before long every inch of his behemoth dick was buried in Hank's ass, and judging from the groans and whimpers of the Beast beneath him, he was loving the entire thing. Leaning down, he whispered in Hank's pointed ear, "Tell me what you want."
Hank's answer was immediate, desperate, shameless. "FUCK ME, Sasquatch! Hard, deep, fast! Take me with that gargantuan monster and ride me till daybreak!"
"You got it," Walt said, and proceeded to do just that. His cock started pistoning in and out of Hank McCoy's begging ass, unloading more than enough precome to lubricate the passage so that Hank suffered no pain, only the fierce, savage pleasure that came with being fucked like an animal. For his part, the Beast howled and moaned shamelessly, rolling his ass so that it came up to meet every one of Walt's thrusts as his big, powerful, furry legs hooked around Sasquatch's waist, his cock jerking forward with each thrust to smack Walt's hard, furry abs, before falling back to slap Hank's massive, slablike pectorals, sending more glittering trails of preseed with every delicious thrust. Walt started catching the stuff in his mouth as he fucked Hank, swallowing it down like nectar as he savored the rich, heady taste, and used the lust it filled him with to slam into the Beast's blue backside with a fresh barrage of hammering thrusts.
They kept at it like that for what seemed like forever, howling out in twin, animalistic expressions of esctasy, their reason and intellect completely subjugated by their lust for each other and the passion with which they plowed each other.
Finally, as the sun started to peek through the tree branches, Sasquatch tensed up, hilted himself in Hank's ass, and roared, louder and mightier than ever, as his cock swelled up and sent geysers of come to flood the Beast's insides as Hank jerked his cock, grunting and growling, until it, too, exploded in a wash of semen that soaked into both their fur coats. The orgasms that accompanied the cumshots were explosions of powerful, raw male essence that seared through both men's bodies, making them scream their pleasure until they both collapsed on the forest floor, completely spent, as the fire finally died.
When the sun finally shone on them, Hank's legs were still wrapped around Walt's waist, holding the Sasquatch's massive tool inside him. When the two of them separated, letting the oceans of cum that Walt had pumped into Hank finally leak out, they shared one last, hot, passionate kiss before they broke off.
"You...you're really somethin', Blue. Anyone ever tell you that?"
"I...may have been informed of it...a time or thrice over my illustrious career," Hank panted out as he sat up.
"Anytime you feel the need for a big beast-cock in ya, you know who to call," Walt said with a grin.
"I shall endeavor to make you the first aware in just such an occurrence," Hank replied. Walt grinned, and lumbered deeper into the woods, where Hank knew there was a spring he could wash off in.
For his part, Hank loped back to the forest's edge, where he collected his trunks and labcoat. He didn't want to wash off the evidence of their night of animalistic passion just yet. I can always shower when I return to my room, he thought. My presentation isn't for another few hours anyway.
In fact...With a grin that had suddenly gone very feral, Hank McCoy turned around, and bounded back into the woods. He had plenty of time for another round or two with the Sasquatch before he had to get ready for his lecture...
And he could make very good use of that time.
Friday, December 14, 2007
A Day In the Life, Part 1
Hi all!
This story is my second exclusive for on the blog. Hank McCoy, for some ungodly reason, counts as a furry on y!Gallery so he's not allowed.
About the pairing: Hank and Bobby 'Iceman' Drake are my favorite X-Couple this side of Colossus and Kitty. I know there's no way in hell the writers would willingly make both of them gay, let alone involved, but that's why they call it 'slash,' kiddos. This pairing is full of romance and camaraderie and, oh yeah, SEX. I do focus a bit overmuch on Hank in this fic, but I've been going through a beastly period of withdrawal (Get it? BEASTly? Aaah, never mind), and wanted to get back to writing him in compromising positions.
So this fic is essentially me glutting myself on Bobby/Hank goodness. Enjoy the marathon-fuck that is "A Day In the Life, Part 1."
~*~
The first fuck of the day started unexpectedly for Bobby Drake when he went down to the lab to get Hank McCoy up for breakfast. He loved kissing Hank awake; there was no moment as sweet to the Iceman as when the big blue hunk responded to his kiss, massive shaggy arms going around him and pulling him close. This morning, not only was he embraced by those arms, but trapped in them, T-Shirt and jeans shredded by th Beast's massive hands as he pulled him into bed with him and sat him firmly atop that massive, blue-black, precum-oozing erection. Always one who could take a hint, Bobby did the work for his lover, working himself up and down Hank's rampant erection as the gentle blue giant groaned and growled his way to his first load, whispering Bobby's name hoarsely as he came. Feeling Hank's load wash over his prostate while his name was spoken in such urgent tones made Bobby's head snap back, his lips open in a silent scream of ecstasy as his own hand brought him to release all over that gorgeous, furry chest. After chiding his lover gently for ruining his civilian clothes, Bobby felt around for his uniform trunks and boots and slid them back on, only doing a perfunctory job of cleanup. After all, the day had just started...
The second time that day was after breakfast. Scott, ever a stickler for a daily regimen of exercise, had programmed an all-new, all-different Danger Room session, and he wanted the whole team in there to try it out in pairs. Bobby and Hank were down a ways on the list, though, so they had about half an hour to kill. As soon as everyone was out of sight on one of the mansion's numerous sub-basement elevators, Hank had Bobby pinned up against the corridor wall, their trunks on the floor as he slid his massive shaft home a second time that day. Bobby wrapped his legs around Hank and moaned as he felt the huge balls slap his ass over and over again, working his inner muscles in such a way that Hank almost felt like his cock was being milked for its load. That time didn't take long, either...even though Bobby was still recovering from his first orgasm, it didn't stop Hank from whispering Bobby's name again and again as he flooded the Iceman's ass with seed for the second time that day. They kissed as they dressed, hotly, sloppily, and Bobby was never more grateful for his ice-form...it would hide his hard-on from Scott while he and Hank did their time in the Danger Room.
Bobby stayed hard all through the session...it wasn't like he had much choice. Every time he thought he'd gotten a handle on it, he'd catch a glimpse of his boyfriend's ass or package as he leapt through the air. Even though it was covered up by trunks (and, y'know, a life-or-death situation), it was still Hank, and seeing Hank made Bobby hard. Like Pavlov's dog, only with sex.
He finally got what he wanted after the session, when he led Hank on a merry chase through the mansion out onto the grounds. It was snowing, but the cold didn't bother Hank through his fur coat, and Bobby, being Bobby, loved cold weather. It was under the cover of a copse of trees that they had sex for the third time, Hank on his knees sucking Bobby's raging hardon while Bobby reached around and fingered that wonderful, muscular blue ass until Hank's wonderful mouth set him off. Of course when Hank got into 'bottom-mode,' he REALLY bottomed, and would never stop at just fingers. So the Beast crouched naked on all fours while Bobby got behind him, and started filling up his lover's ass until he could fit his whole fist in there. Hank LOVED being fisted...it always got him moaning like a whore in heat. And Bobby loved seeing him that way...so much that his cock sprang back to life a 4th time (his ability to control the water in his body may or may not have had something to do with this) and he was able to flip the Beast on his back and fuck his ass for the first time that day. Even after the fisting, it was wonderfully hot and tight in there, and watching Hank stroke himself to orgasm while being impaled by Bobby's cock was one of the best parts of Iceman's day.
Not that there weren't great ones to follow that day. Bobby saw Hank again after lunch, cornering him in the library. Bobby had insisted that the Professor stock up on comics, sci-fi, and fantasy, and Charley was happy to do it when he realized it meant Bobby would actually spend time in there. Bobby did indeed spend a lot of time in the library, both for the new sections and because it meant Hank always knew where to find him. His five-dollar vocabulary rattling off something he thought he'd need in the Animal Science section, he met Bobby in that same section five minutes later, where Hank pinned him up against the shelves that held the books about big cats, and the two of them rutted like beasts until Bobby actually creamed his uniform trunks, having not had time to take them off.
Desperately in need of both a shower and laundry now, he took Hank's paw and led him to his living quarters, where they chucked their trunks in Bobby's washing machine before heading for the bathroom. The two of them were in the shower for about an hour, but strangely didn't do a whole lot of scrubbing. Instead, Bobby turned the water as hot as they could both stand it and sucked Hank back to hardness while the steam curled around them both, then pinned HIM to the wall and fisted him a second time before his cock slid back home, stabbing Hank's prostate on the first try and making him roar/scream in ecstasy. For someone who loved to fuck as much as Hank, Bobby would never cease to be amazed at how having a cock in him could make him growl and groan with pleasure as they both shot their loads simultaneously.
Once the clothes were clean, they still needed to be dried. So Bobby threw them in his drier, then sat astride it, still naked, spreading his legs in a wanton invitation. Hank eagerly accepted it, pounding him atop the dryer as it got hotter and hotter, almost burning Bobby, but thrilling him all the more for it. Iceman may have loved cold weather, but hot temperatures turned him on almost as much..especially with Hank's cock pistoning in and out of him in a quick, staccato rhythm. Bobby loved taking in the sight of Hank, pushing his thighs open while his face was frozen in a grimace of ecstasy, his hips jackhammering away until he came again, his load coating Bobby's ass and the dryer beneath them.
After they cleaned up, Hank flopped facedown on Bobby's bed. His animal healing factor gave him the ability to marathon-fuck like no one else at the school (well, except maybe Logan), but even he had his limits. Bobby sat down beside him, and grabbed a brush from the bedside table.
He was in love with this man, he thought as he ran the brush through the Beast's thick, luxurious fur. He knew it was love for a lot of reasons...of course, the sex was fucking wonderful, but the feelings ran deeper. It didn't matter if they were fucking on top of a dryer or singing "Take Me Out To The Ball Game" off-key from the stands at the X-Men's bi-annual baseball game, he just loved being with him. They fought together, lived together, slept together (when they slept at all)...it was like those stories Bobby had read about some ancient Greek warriors. Only without togas. (too bad; Hank would look really sexy in a toga, especially if it meant Bobby could crawl under it and suck him off!)
His thoughts were interrupted by a snore, and he looked down and laughed to himself. Brushing out Hank's fur as he had been, he'd barely noticed that his big blue-pelted lover had fallen asleep.
OK, he could sleep. Curling up beside Hank, he wrapped his arms around that immense furry chest and closed his eyes. Their day was only half-over, he thought with a grin. And with any luck, the afternoon and evening would be just as much fun as the morning.
~*~
This story is my second exclusive for on the blog. Hank McCoy, for some ungodly reason, counts as a furry on y!Gallery so he's not allowed.
About the pairing: Hank and Bobby 'Iceman' Drake are my favorite X-Couple this side of Colossus and Kitty. I know there's no way in hell the writers would willingly make both of them gay, let alone involved, but that's why they call it 'slash,' kiddos. This pairing is full of romance and camaraderie and, oh yeah, SEX. I do focus a bit overmuch on Hank in this fic, but I've been going through a beastly period of withdrawal (Get it? BEASTly? Aaah, never mind), and wanted to get back to writing him in compromising positions.
So this fic is essentially me glutting myself on Bobby/Hank goodness. Enjoy the marathon-fuck that is "A Day In the Life, Part 1."
~*~
The first fuck of the day started unexpectedly for Bobby Drake when he went down to the lab to get Hank McCoy up for breakfast. He loved kissing Hank awake; there was no moment as sweet to the Iceman as when the big blue hunk responded to his kiss, massive shaggy arms going around him and pulling him close. This morning, not only was he embraced by those arms, but trapped in them, T-Shirt and jeans shredded by th Beast's massive hands as he pulled him into bed with him and sat him firmly atop that massive, blue-black, precum-oozing erection. Always one who could take a hint, Bobby did the work for his lover, working himself up and down Hank's rampant erection as the gentle blue giant groaned and growled his way to his first load, whispering Bobby's name hoarsely as he came. Feeling Hank's load wash over his prostate while his name was spoken in such urgent tones made Bobby's head snap back, his lips open in a silent scream of ecstasy as his own hand brought him to release all over that gorgeous, furry chest. After chiding his lover gently for ruining his civilian clothes, Bobby felt around for his uniform trunks and boots and slid them back on, only doing a perfunctory job of cleanup. After all, the day had just started...
The second time that day was after breakfast. Scott, ever a stickler for a daily regimen of exercise, had programmed an all-new, all-different Danger Room session, and he wanted the whole team in there to try it out in pairs. Bobby and Hank were down a ways on the list, though, so they had about half an hour to kill. As soon as everyone was out of sight on one of the mansion's numerous sub-basement elevators, Hank had Bobby pinned up against the corridor wall, their trunks on the floor as he slid his massive shaft home a second time that day. Bobby wrapped his legs around Hank and moaned as he felt the huge balls slap his ass over and over again, working his inner muscles in such a way that Hank almost felt like his cock was being milked for its load. That time didn't take long, either...even though Bobby was still recovering from his first orgasm, it didn't stop Hank from whispering Bobby's name again and again as he flooded the Iceman's ass with seed for the second time that day. They kissed as they dressed, hotly, sloppily, and Bobby was never more grateful for his ice-form...it would hide his hard-on from Scott while he and Hank did their time in the Danger Room.
Bobby stayed hard all through the session...it wasn't like he had much choice. Every time he thought he'd gotten a handle on it, he'd catch a glimpse of his boyfriend's ass or package as he leapt through the air. Even though it was covered up by trunks (and, y'know, a life-or-death situation), it was still Hank, and seeing Hank made Bobby hard. Like Pavlov's dog, only with sex.
He finally got what he wanted after the session, when he led Hank on a merry chase through the mansion out onto the grounds. It was snowing, but the cold didn't bother Hank through his fur coat, and Bobby, being Bobby, loved cold weather. It was under the cover of a copse of trees that they had sex for the third time, Hank on his knees sucking Bobby's raging hardon while Bobby reached around and fingered that wonderful, muscular blue ass until Hank's wonderful mouth set him off. Of course when Hank got into 'bottom-mode,' he REALLY bottomed, and would never stop at just fingers. So the Beast crouched naked on all fours while Bobby got behind him, and started filling up his lover's ass until he could fit his whole fist in there. Hank LOVED being fisted...it always got him moaning like a whore in heat. And Bobby loved seeing him that way...so much that his cock sprang back to life a 4th time (his ability to control the water in his body may or may not have had something to do with this) and he was able to flip the Beast on his back and fuck his ass for the first time that day. Even after the fisting, it was wonderfully hot and tight in there, and watching Hank stroke himself to orgasm while being impaled by Bobby's cock was one of the best parts of Iceman's day.
Not that there weren't great ones to follow that day. Bobby saw Hank again after lunch, cornering him in the library. Bobby had insisted that the Professor stock up on comics, sci-fi, and fantasy, and Charley was happy to do it when he realized it meant Bobby would actually spend time in there. Bobby did indeed spend a lot of time in the library, both for the new sections and because it meant Hank always knew where to find him. His five-dollar vocabulary rattling off something he thought he'd need in the Animal Science section, he met Bobby in that same section five minutes later, where Hank pinned him up against the shelves that held the books about big cats, and the two of them rutted like beasts until Bobby actually creamed his uniform trunks, having not had time to take them off.
Desperately in need of both a shower and laundry now, he took Hank's paw and led him to his living quarters, where they chucked their trunks in Bobby's washing machine before heading for the bathroom. The two of them were in the shower for about an hour, but strangely didn't do a whole lot of scrubbing. Instead, Bobby turned the water as hot as they could both stand it and sucked Hank back to hardness while the steam curled around them both, then pinned HIM to the wall and fisted him a second time before his cock slid back home, stabbing Hank's prostate on the first try and making him roar/scream in ecstasy. For someone who loved to fuck as much as Hank, Bobby would never cease to be amazed at how having a cock in him could make him growl and groan with pleasure as they both shot their loads simultaneously.
Once the clothes were clean, they still needed to be dried. So Bobby threw them in his drier, then sat astride it, still naked, spreading his legs in a wanton invitation. Hank eagerly accepted it, pounding him atop the dryer as it got hotter and hotter, almost burning Bobby, but thrilling him all the more for it. Iceman may have loved cold weather, but hot temperatures turned him on almost as much..especially with Hank's cock pistoning in and out of him in a quick, staccato rhythm. Bobby loved taking in the sight of Hank, pushing his thighs open while his face was frozen in a grimace of ecstasy, his hips jackhammering away until he came again, his load coating Bobby's ass and the dryer beneath them.
After they cleaned up, Hank flopped facedown on Bobby's bed. His animal healing factor gave him the ability to marathon-fuck like no one else at the school (well, except maybe Logan), but even he had his limits. Bobby sat down beside him, and grabbed a brush from the bedside table.
He was in love with this man, he thought as he ran the brush through the Beast's thick, luxurious fur. He knew it was love for a lot of reasons...of course, the sex was fucking wonderful, but the feelings ran deeper. It didn't matter if they were fucking on top of a dryer or singing "Take Me Out To The Ball Game" off-key from the stands at the X-Men's bi-annual baseball game, he just loved being with him. They fought together, lived together, slept together (when they slept at all)...it was like those stories Bobby had read about some ancient Greek warriors. Only without togas. (too bad; Hank would look really sexy in a toga, especially if it meant Bobby could crawl under it and suck him off!)
His thoughts were interrupted by a snore, and he looked down and laughed to himself. Brushing out Hank's fur as he had been, he'd barely noticed that his big blue-pelted lover had fallen asleep.
OK, he could sleep. Curling up beside Hank, he wrapped his arms around that immense furry chest and closed his eyes. Their day was only half-over, he thought with a grin. And with any luck, the afternoon and evening would be just as much fun as the morning.
~*~
Tuesday, December 4, 2007
Have Yourself A Heartless Little Christmas...
Reposted because apparently it got deleted. >.>
I swear to God, I'm not this cynical about Christmas. But it stands to reason that Sephiroth would be...especially a Heartless Sephiroth.
~*~
Somewhere in the vastness between worlds, a world was celebrating Winter Solstice. Wreaths, holly, trees, lights...there were various religious associations, of course, but it was all basically the same thing. At the time when the winter was at its darkest, the human heart would shine that much brighter to stave it off. It made some children look forward to that frozen, barren time of year that much more, for the garish decorations and decadent feasts they knew were on their way...not to mention the promise of presents. Everyone loved material gain.
Even as the General of Hollow Bastion's military, Sephiroth had never understood Christmas from a child's point of view. Truth be told, he could never remember being a child. He'd wished his subordinates well, of course; given them all the traditional greetings and regards. But Sephiroth had never, in his heart of hearts, grasped the concept of 'Christmas.' But he had always wondered, always been curious as to what maniacal fervor could possibly grip the people so that they strained towards the bitter winter with everything they had.
Now, reshaped into Ansem's creature, he found he no longer cared.
The world he had arrived in was a lively one, made up of quaint villages and hamlets. And here, everywhere he looked, there was a riot of garish color and evergreen foliage, a facade of radiant, clashing, transparent attempts to bolster the human spirit in time of greatest despair.
As the former General glided nonchalantly towards the town, a pale wraith garbed all in black, he resolved that he would break that hope, and let despair come rushing in to overwhelm the village, opening the pathway in their hearts for darkness to set in.
It was what Ansem had ordered...he had told his General that this world would fall before the Heartless one way or another, and left it up to Sephiroth to decide what way that would be.
Raising a hand, Sephiroth closed his eyes, and called upon his vast power. When he had been human, he had been the most powerful warrior in all of Hollow Bastion, his martial and magical prowess unparalleled in the kingdom. As a Heartless, he'd lost a good portion of that magic...anything that wasn't a combat-related or destructive spell had vanished, along with Sephiroth's desire to use them. Though as a trade-off, his destructive powers, fueled by the darkness that was the sum total of his being, had grown exponentially more powerful.
A simple matter, then, to look at the sky, find the brightest star in the firmament, and reach out with his power, to conjure a Meteorain spell that would seem, to the town, to hurtle from the brilliant heavenly object down at it, as if a condemnation from Heaven itself.
As the rocks smashed into the town, exploding into brilliant pillars of destruction as decorations and houses alike were consumed in a holocaust of flame, Sephiroth unsheathed his sword from his waist. Masamune glinted darkly in the firelight, its once-brilliant, polished blade turned black as pitch. Sephiroth finally felt the beginnings of a smile creep onto his face. The same corruption that had transformed him into a creature of darkness had made his blade even deadlier. Now, rather than simple death, it would separate a being's heart from its body and soul, creating new Heartless with every victim it claimed.
And it claimed a great many this night. Each pass of the blade through a screaming, running victim created new Shadows, which Sephiroth would then re-fashion into a stronger Heartless of his choosing and send to bring him more victims.
Some were dragged bodily from the burning buildings...he would never contemplate such needless waste as to have even a single villager perish in the fire. But even those who were rescued from the blazes were no better off; the General's sword slid through them just the same, their features twisting and warping into Shadows as Sephiroth watched.
"Ruthless," came a low, smooth voice behind him as the last writhing villager was impaled on his blade.
Sephiroth turned, refusing to let any of his surprise show as he watched Ansem descend from the skies, pale golden eyes sliding over the carnage with a smile of approval. The General stood at attention, not even flinching when his black clothes transformed into ribbons of darkness that flowed off his smooth, muscular frame. In the blink of an eye, Sephiroth stood in the center of a pool of shadows, naked except for his black leather boots.
The winter air was cool on his naked skin, but the heat from the burning buildings kept him warm...as did the rising heat of his own body. Ansem always had this effect on him...the King of the Heartless had used sex to turn him, and he used sex to maintain power over him, sometimes in the most humiliating fashion possible.
"Truly ruthless," Ansem went on coolly, as if Sephiroth weren't naked in front of him and hardening by the minute. "I was right to send you to do this job. Only you would be cold enough to take these people's most cherished holiday and use it against them. I doubt they'd have been routed so quickly if they hadn't been so completely demoralized by your attack."
Sephiroth said nothing. He stood, and waited. Ansem floated down beside him, the gloves vanishing from his hands as they caressed the soldier's skin, their tan darkness a stark contrast to the paleness of Sephiroth's body. "Your heart...the physical one...is pounding. I can hear the breath in your lungs..." He put his nose to Sephiroth's neck, taking a deep inhalation. "Smell the arousal on you. You want it, don't you?"
The General stayed still. Ansem frowned, and bit the nape of his neck sharply, eliciting a cry of surprise and pain. "Answer me."
"Ye...aaah...yes, your Majesty."
Ansem's hand reached down and gripped Sephiroth's member. His eyes closing, Sephiroth let the Masamune drop from his suddenly-nerveless fingers as Ansem's muscular arms forced him to the ground by one of the blazing buildings. The heat from the fire made Sephiroth flinch, but felt wonderful against the chill of the snow. Reduced to a slave to physical sensations, Sephiroth spread his legs wider for the man atop him, crying out as he felt the hand on his maleness squeeze and jerk, making it pulse and throb.
A ripple of darkness, and Ansem was nude as well, a glorious figure in dark brown against the white snow. Removing his hand, he ground his own thick manhood against Sephiroth's with appreciative grunts, sealing the General's moans of degradation inside him with a brutal, forceful kiss.
Unnoticed by them, the rank and file of newborn Heartless began disappearing, vanishing into the darkness to await the orders of their master.
~*~
Sephiroth couldn't breathe, his throat crammed full of Ansem's manhood. He was still beneath the Heartless King, who was fucking his mouth on the snow with obvious relish, his thighs clamped tight around the General's head as he lay across him, his fingers preparing Sephiroth for the ultimate and final expression of his dominion over him.
He looked down at Sephiroth, pulling his cock free of his General's mouth with a grunt. Turning so that he straddled Sephiroth's chest, he gripped his cock in his hands, completely ignoring the paler man's member as he masturbated, right in front of the slimmer man's face. "Beg for it," he ordered from between gritted teeth. "Beg me to take you, to claim you, or else I'll merely come on your face and leave you unsatisfied."
Sephiroth shook his head. He definitely did NOT want to be left like this. "No...Majesty, please...I beg you...take me, claim me..."
"What do you want me to do? Say it!"
The shame burned a flush in Sephiroth's cheeks as he screamed, "FUCK ME!"
And so Ansem did. Right there, in the middle of the smoldering, empty village, he lifted Sephiroth's legs over his shoulders and rammed his maleness into him, making him scream in unbearable agony. Despite the pain, though, the General's maleness was harder than ever, leaking steaming trails of precome down his shaft, into his silver pubes, and onto his muscular abdomen. While he waited for Sephiroth to acclimatize to his thick girth, Ansem leaned down and lapped, almost catlike, at the fluid on Sephiroth's body. The wetness of the tongue made Sephiroth squirm, which in turn impaled him further on Ansem's cock.
Finally, Ansem was satisfied that he'd waited long enough. As Sephiroth moaned and cried out beneath him, he began to rock slowly back and forth, fucking Sephiroth slowly at first, relishing the delicious rippling of the General's anal muscles on his shaft as his balls swelled beneath him. Then, he took Sephiroth's own testicles in a firm grip, and began to squeeze them in time to his thrusting, masturbating the General without touching his shaft. With each thrust, each squeeze, he felt the General's balls swell further, become heavier and more full of seed, and drove himself deeper into Sephiroth as a result.
Finally, he hilted himself to the balls in Sephiroth's body, and found that spot inside him that would drive him insane with pleasure, and further enslave him to Ansem's will.
"Whom do you serve?" he asked, stabbing the spot once.
Sephiroth's body convulsed, his balls swelling."Ahh! Ansem!"
"Whose bidding do you exist to fulfill?" he asked, pushing his cock against Sephiroth's prostate a second time.
"Yours, yours alone, Ansem, please...Nngh!"
"Who. Is. Your. Master?!" he asked at last, releasing his grip on Sephiroth's balls as he rammed his cock home at the end of each word.
Sephiroth screamed aloud as his own manhood exploded in a torrent of seed which washed over both men. "AAAANSEEEEEEEEEM!"
Hearing his name screamed like that made Ansem's eyes slide closed as he came, flooding Sephiroth's insides with a torrent of hot seed that seemed to go on and on...
Finally, the sun began to rise on the two men and the smoking ruins of what had the previous night been a bustling, happy village. Entwined together, the only two beings left in the village, Ansem and his slave-General shared a final kiss of passion. As they separated, their clothes flowed back onto their bodies, still warm against the morning chill.
"You did commendably tonight, General Sephiroth. Continue to win my favor, and I may see fit to reward you further."
Sephiroth's eyes were downcast. "The service is its own reward, Your Majesty." The reply came almost too quietly to hear.
"Oh, and General?" Ansem's eyes crinkled cruelly at the corners, and Sephiroth looked up. "Yes, Your Majesty?"
"Merry Christmas."
Then he was gone, and Sephiroth stood alone in the midst of his labor's barren, charred fruit.
I swear to God, I'm not this cynical about Christmas. But it stands to reason that Sephiroth would be...especially a Heartless Sephiroth.
~*~
Somewhere in the vastness between worlds, a world was celebrating Winter Solstice. Wreaths, holly, trees, lights...there were various religious associations, of course, but it was all basically the same thing. At the time when the winter was at its darkest, the human heart would shine that much brighter to stave it off. It made some children look forward to that frozen, barren time of year that much more, for the garish decorations and decadent feasts they knew were on their way...not to mention the promise of presents. Everyone loved material gain.
Even as the General of Hollow Bastion's military, Sephiroth had never understood Christmas from a child's point of view. Truth be told, he could never remember being a child. He'd wished his subordinates well, of course; given them all the traditional greetings and regards. But Sephiroth had never, in his heart of hearts, grasped the concept of 'Christmas.' But he had always wondered, always been curious as to what maniacal fervor could possibly grip the people so that they strained towards the bitter winter with everything they had.
Now, reshaped into Ansem's creature, he found he no longer cared.
The world he had arrived in was a lively one, made up of quaint villages and hamlets. And here, everywhere he looked, there was a riot of garish color and evergreen foliage, a facade of radiant, clashing, transparent attempts to bolster the human spirit in time of greatest despair.
As the former General glided nonchalantly towards the town, a pale wraith garbed all in black, he resolved that he would break that hope, and let despair come rushing in to overwhelm the village, opening the pathway in their hearts for darkness to set in.
It was what Ansem had ordered...he had told his General that this world would fall before the Heartless one way or another, and left it up to Sephiroth to decide what way that would be.
Raising a hand, Sephiroth closed his eyes, and called upon his vast power. When he had been human, he had been the most powerful warrior in all of Hollow Bastion, his martial and magical prowess unparalleled in the kingdom. As a Heartless, he'd lost a good portion of that magic...anything that wasn't a combat-related or destructive spell had vanished, along with Sephiroth's desire to use them. Though as a trade-off, his destructive powers, fueled by the darkness that was the sum total of his being, had grown exponentially more powerful.
A simple matter, then, to look at the sky, find the brightest star in the firmament, and reach out with his power, to conjure a Meteorain spell that would seem, to the town, to hurtle from the brilliant heavenly object down at it, as if a condemnation from Heaven itself.
As the rocks smashed into the town, exploding into brilliant pillars of destruction as decorations and houses alike were consumed in a holocaust of flame, Sephiroth unsheathed his sword from his waist. Masamune glinted darkly in the firelight, its once-brilliant, polished blade turned black as pitch. Sephiroth finally felt the beginnings of a smile creep onto his face. The same corruption that had transformed him into a creature of darkness had made his blade even deadlier. Now, rather than simple death, it would separate a being's heart from its body and soul, creating new Heartless with every victim it claimed.
And it claimed a great many this night. Each pass of the blade through a screaming, running victim created new Shadows, which Sephiroth would then re-fashion into a stronger Heartless of his choosing and send to bring him more victims.
Some were dragged bodily from the burning buildings...he would never contemplate such needless waste as to have even a single villager perish in the fire. But even those who were rescued from the blazes were no better off; the General's sword slid through them just the same, their features twisting and warping into Shadows as Sephiroth watched.
"Ruthless," came a low, smooth voice behind him as the last writhing villager was impaled on his blade.
Sephiroth turned, refusing to let any of his surprise show as he watched Ansem descend from the skies, pale golden eyes sliding over the carnage with a smile of approval. The General stood at attention, not even flinching when his black clothes transformed into ribbons of darkness that flowed off his smooth, muscular frame. In the blink of an eye, Sephiroth stood in the center of a pool of shadows, naked except for his black leather boots.
The winter air was cool on his naked skin, but the heat from the burning buildings kept him warm...as did the rising heat of his own body. Ansem always had this effect on him...the King of the Heartless had used sex to turn him, and he used sex to maintain power over him, sometimes in the most humiliating fashion possible.
"Truly ruthless," Ansem went on coolly, as if Sephiroth weren't naked in front of him and hardening by the minute. "I was right to send you to do this job. Only you would be cold enough to take these people's most cherished holiday and use it against them. I doubt they'd have been routed so quickly if they hadn't been so completely demoralized by your attack."
Sephiroth said nothing. He stood, and waited. Ansem floated down beside him, the gloves vanishing from his hands as they caressed the soldier's skin, their tan darkness a stark contrast to the paleness of Sephiroth's body. "Your heart...the physical one...is pounding. I can hear the breath in your lungs..." He put his nose to Sephiroth's neck, taking a deep inhalation. "Smell the arousal on you. You want it, don't you?"
The General stayed still. Ansem frowned, and bit the nape of his neck sharply, eliciting a cry of surprise and pain. "Answer me."
"Ye...aaah...yes, your Majesty."
Ansem's hand reached down and gripped Sephiroth's member. His eyes closing, Sephiroth let the Masamune drop from his suddenly-nerveless fingers as Ansem's muscular arms forced him to the ground by one of the blazing buildings. The heat from the fire made Sephiroth flinch, but felt wonderful against the chill of the snow. Reduced to a slave to physical sensations, Sephiroth spread his legs wider for the man atop him, crying out as he felt the hand on his maleness squeeze and jerk, making it pulse and throb.
A ripple of darkness, and Ansem was nude as well, a glorious figure in dark brown against the white snow. Removing his hand, he ground his own thick manhood against Sephiroth's with appreciative grunts, sealing the General's moans of degradation inside him with a brutal, forceful kiss.
Unnoticed by them, the rank and file of newborn Heartless began disappearing, vanishing into the darkness to await the orders of their master.
~*~
Sephiroth couldn't breathe, his throat crammed full of Ansem's manhood. He was still beneath the Heartless King, who was fucking his mouth on the snow with obvious relish, his thighs clamped tight around the General's head as he lay across him, his fingers preparing Sephiroth for the ultimate and final expression of his dominion over him.
He looked down at Sephiroth, pulling his cock free of his General's mouth with a grunt. Turning so that he straddled Sephiroth's chest, he gripped his cock in his hands, completely ignoring the paler man's member as he masturbated, right in front of the slimmer man's face. "Beg for it," he ordered from between gritted teeth. "Beg me to take you, to claim you, or else I'll merely come on your face and leave you unsatisfied."
Sephiroth shook his head. He definitely did NOT want to be left like this. "No...Majesty, please...I beg you...take me, claim me..."
"What do you want me to do? Say it!"
The shame burned a flush in Sephiroth's cheeks as he screamed, "FUCK ME!"
And so Ansem did. Right there, in the middle of the smoldering, empty village, he lifted Sephiroth's legs over his shoulders and rammed his maleness into him, making him scream in unbearable agony. Despite the pain, though, the General's maleness was harder than ever, leaking steaming trails of precome down his shaft, into his silver pubes, and onto his muscular abdomen. While he waited for Sephiroth to acclimatize to his thick girth, Ansem leaned down and lapped, almost catlike, at the fluid on Sephiroth's body. The wetness of the tongue made Sephiroth squirm, which in turn impaled him further on Ansem's cock.
Finally, Ansem was satisfied that he'd waited long enough. As Sephiroth moaned and cried out beneath him, he began to rock slowly back and forth, fucking Sephiroth slowly at first, relishing the delicious rippling of the General's anal muscles on his shaft as his balls swelled beneath him. Then, he took Sephiroth's own testicles in a firm grip, and began to squeeze them in time to his thrusting, masturbating the General without touching his shaft. With each thrust, each squeeze, he felt the General's balls swell further, become heavier and more full of seed, and drove himself deeper into Sephiroth as a result.
Finally, he hilted himself to the balls in Sephiroth's body, and found that spot inside him that would drive him insane with pleasure, and further enslave him to Ansem's will.
"Whom do you serve?" he asked, stabbing the spot once.
Sephiroth's body convulsed, his balls swelling."Ahh! Ansem!"
"Whose bidding do you exist to fulfill?" he asked, pushing his cock against Sephiroth's prostate a second time.
"Yours, yours alone, Ansem, please...Nngh!"
"Who. Is. Your. Master?!" he asked at last, releasing his grip on Sephiroth's balls as he rammed his cock home at the end of each word.
Sephiroth screamed aloud as his own manhood exploded in a torrent of seed which washed over both men. "AAAANSEEEEEEEEEM!"
Hearing his name screamed like that made Ansem's eyes slide closed as he came, flooding Sephiroth's insides with a torrent of hot seed that seemed to go on and on...
Finally, the sun began to rise on the two men and the smoking ruins of what had the previous night been a bustling, happy village. Entwined together, the only two beings left in the village, Ansem and his slave-General shared a final kiss of passion. As they separated, their clothes flowed back onto their bodies, still warm against the morning chill.
"You did commendably tonight, General Sephiroth. Continue to win my favor, and I may see fit to reward you further."
Sephiroth's eyes were downcast. "The service is its own reward, Your Majesty." The reply came almost too quietly to hear.
"Oh, and General?" Ansem's eyes crinkled cruelly at the corners, and Sephiroth looked up. "Yes, Your Majesty?"
"Merry Christmas."
Then he was gone, and Sephiroth stood alone in the midst of his labor's barren, charred fruit.
Make It Better (Spider-Man/Wolverine, R)
My first blog-exclusive post! That's right folks, this is the first story I've ever written that will only be viewable on this blog. ^_^
It's kind of a sad offering, I know, especially in smut terms. But after writing my darkest fic ever in "Have Yourself A Heartless Little Christmas" (viewable on y!Gallery), I needed some light-hearted humor. Spider-Man, obliging fellow that he is, stepped up to the plate. ^_^
Even though it's erotica-light (darn near porn-free, to be precise!), I hope you enjoy it. ^_^
~*~
Make It Better
"Spider-MAAAAAN, SPIIII-der-maaaan, does whatever a SPIII-der caaaaan..."
This has, without a doubt, got to be the worst night I could possibly have picked to go web-slinging, Peter thought to himself as he listened to the street musician with the really bad Engrish accent butcher the theme song from that lame-ass cartoon.
JJ's got the Bugle on my case...insert gasp of surprise there...Felicia's disappeared into thin air, and..oh joy and rapture!...MJ's new production has just gotten its own 5th-Avenue billboard!
Said billboard was just across the street from the rooftop where Peter Parker was feeling sorry for himself this week. MJ looked as bright and bubbly as ever...not to mention wicked hot in the period costume the show had her in.
If her corset pushed them up anymore, she'd double as a flotation device. Not that *I'd* complain, but...
This picture...every picture he'd seen of MJ since she left him...looked so alive and happy it made Peter's heart ache and teeth itch. Not to mention successful...starring in everything from Rent to Phantom, MJ was making money hand over fist.
I should've proposed. Maybe if we'd gotten married, she'd have seen how serious I was. And if we'd split up anyway, I could be rolling in alimony right no--
Pete's pityfest was suddenly interrupted by the tingling of his Spider-Sense, followed by the materialization of a dozen silent figures in red hoods and gi.
"Oh, yippee! Ninjas! I just love ninjas!"
His worries forgotten for the moment, Spidey bounced through the battlefield, black costume making him all but invisible in the shadows.
Well, almost. The giant white spider was sort of like a massive target saying "DEPOSIT SHURIKEN HERE," and the Hand were doing their darnedest to do just that. Still, for someone with a spider-sense and -reflexes, it was not that complicated to dodge a throwing star. Or ten. Or thirty.
"Where do you people get all of these?"
He ducked low, limbs splayed wide as four or five whiz overhead.
"Cause not to be a cheapskate or anything..."
A sword-swipe aimed at his ankles made Spidey jump about twelve feet off the roof, landing in a handstand on the shoulders of one assassin.
"But you Hand flunkies must completely splurge when Wal-Mart has a throwing-star sale!"
Another swordstroke, aimed at his wrists, triggered Spidey's next move, a spring-powered mule-kick aimed at a tight cluster of genin, which turned into a ricochet effect where he hit three more fist-first and lands in a crouched position again.
"It must really bite you in the wallet when it comes time to pay the water bill. Maybe that's why you all smell like brimstone."
The ninja who were still on their feet closed in on Spidey, weapons at the ready, and he tilted his head.
"Why, boys, I'm flattered! But one at a time, please! My swinging days are all but behind me!"
Shooting a webline, Spidey swung on it in a massive circle, his spider-strength-empowered legs bowling the entire regiment of ninja over from the side in one fell swoop. Landing, he made a show of dusting off his hands.
"Welll...maybe not totally behind me."
I love ninjas. They simple things up so much. Now I've got a great idea for what to take to the Bugle tomorrow morning!
Arranging the unconscious bodies of the ninja in a pile, Peter web-glued his camera to a wall across the street, making sure the telephoto lens was attached, the timer was set, and most importantly, that he had a clear shot.
"Merry Christmas, JJ..."
Unfortunately, by the time he made it back to the battle site, the Hand's bodies had dissolved into dust, leaving only their uniforms behind.
"CRAP!"
The only shot Peter ended up keeping was one of Spider-Man, crouched defeatedly over a score of empty Hand uniforms. Sighing, he looked at the picture, and decided it was one for his private collection.
Ah, well...
"Bad night, bub?"
Peter jumped at least ten feet, turning a full 180 degrees in midair before landing in a crouch to face his stalker. Lifting a match to the cigarette dangling from his lips, Wolverine smirked at the slimmer hero.
"Logan! Dammit, you know better than to do that!" He stopped for a second. "...wait. How DID you do that?!"
Flicking the match off the rooftop, Logan let his smirk become a full-fledged grin. "Relax, kiddo. Yer spidey-sense didn't pick me up 'cause it knows I don't mean ya no harm.
"In fact..." his grin became lascivious as his hands went to the waist of his jeans. "I could make this a helluva visit, if ya want."
Peter's jaw dropped at the same time as Logan's pants. Good God, he's huge! I had no idea he was...
Then he was on his knees, and all coherent thought disappeared.
It's kind of a sad offering, I know, especially in smut terms. But after writing my darkest fic ever in "Have Yourself A Heartless Little Christmas" (viewable on y!Gallery), I needed some light-hearted humor. Spider-Man, obliging fellow that he is, stepped up to the plate. ^_^
Even though it's erotica-light (darn near porn-free, to be precise!), I hope you enjoy it. ^_^
~*~
Make It Better
"Spider-MAAAAAN, SPIIII-der-maaaan, does whatever a SPIII-der caaaaan..."
This has, without a doubt, got to be the worst night I could possibly have picked to go web-slinging, Peter thought to himself as he listened to the street musician with the really bad Engrish accent butcher the theme song from that lame-ass cartoon.
JJ's got the Bugle on my case...insert gasp of surprise there...Felicia's disappeared into thin air, and..oh joy and rapture!...MJ's new production has just gotten its own 5th-Avenue billboard!
Said billboard was just across the street from the rooftop where Peter Parker was feeling sorry for himself this week. MJ looked as bright and bubbly as ever...not to mention wicked hot in the period costume the show had her in.
If her corset pushed them up anymore, she'd double as a flotation device. Not that *I'd* complain, but...
This picture...every picture he'd seen of MJ since she left him...looked so alive and happy it made Peter's heart ache and teeth itch. Not to mention successful...starring in everything from Rent to Phantom, MJ was making money hand over fist.
I should've proposed. Maybe if we'd gotten married, she'd have seen how serious I was. And if we'd split up anyway, I could be rolling in alimony right no--
Pete's pityfest was suddenly interrupted by the tingling of his Spider-Sense, followed by the materialization of a dozen silent figures in red hoods and gi.
"Oh, yippee! Ninjas! I just love ninjas!"
His worries forgotten for the moment, Spidey bounced through the battlefield, black costume making him all but invisible in the shadows.
Well, almost. The giant white spider was sort of like a massive target saying "DEPOSIT SHURIKEN HERE," and the Hand were doing their darnedest to do just that. Still, for someone with a spider-sense and -reflexes, it was not that complicated to dodge a throwing star. Or ten. Or thirty.
"Where do you people get all of these?"
He ducked low, limbs splayed wide as four or five whiz overhead.
"Cause not to be a cheapskate or anything..."
A sword-swipe aimed at his ankles made Spidey jump about twelve feet off the roof, landing in a handstand on the shoulders of one assassin.
"But you Hand flunkies must completely splurge when Wal-Mart has a throwing-star sale!"
Another swordstroke, aimed at his wrists, triggered Spidey's next move, a spring-powered mule-kick aimed at a tight cluster of genin, which turned into a ricochet effect where he hit three more fist-first and lands in a crouched position again.
"It must really bite you in the wallet when it comes time to pay the water bill. Maybe that's why you all smell like brimstone."
The ninja who were still on their feet closed in on Spidey, weapons at the ready, and he tilted his head.
"Why, boys, I'm flattered! But one at a time, please! My swinging days are all but behind me!"
Shooting a webline, Spidey swung on it in a massive circle, his spider-strength-empowered legs bowling the entire regiment of ninja over from the side in one fell swoop. Landing, he made a show of dusting off his hands.
"Welll...maybe not totally behind me."
I love ninjas. They simple things up so much. Now I've got a great idea for what to take to the Bugle tomorrow morning!
Arranging the unconscious bodies of the ninja in a pile, Peter web-glued his camera to a wall across the street, making sure the telephoto lens was attached, the timer was set, and most importantly, that he had a clear shot.
"Merry Christmas, JJ..."
Unfortunately, by the time he made it back to the battle site, the Hand's bodies had dissolved into dust, leaving only their uniforms behind.
"CRAP!"
The only shot Peter ended up keeping was one of Spider-Man, crouched defeatedly over a score of empty Hand uniforms. Sighing, he looked at the picture, and decided it was one for his private collection.
Ah, well...
"Bad night, bub?"
Peter jumped at least ten feet, turning a full 180 degrees in midair before landing in a crouch to face his stalker. Lifting a match to the cigarette dangling from his lips, Wolverine smirked at the slimmer hero.
"Logan! Dammit, you know better than to do that!" He stopped for a second. "...wait. How DID you do that?!"
Flicking the match off the rooftop, Logan let his smirk become a full-fledged grin. "Relax, kiddo. Yer spidey-sense didn't pick me up 'cause it knows I don't mean ya no harm.
"In fact..." his grin became lascivious as his hands went to the waist of his jeans. "I could make this a helluva visit, if ya want."
Peter's jaw dropped at the same time as Logan's pants. Good God, he's huge! I had no idea he was...
Then he was on his knees, and all coherent thought disappeared.
Sunday, December 2, 2007
Not a fic...
Feel free to skip this if you're only interested in my smut. ^_^
I finally figured out how to use links! Iakka Takka!*
*Dominic Deegan orcish for 'Happy Dance.' ^_^
Now I can link to some of the people whose art has...ahem...'inspired' me most over my time as a writer. Folks like Absinthe Studios, JCEtheridge, Kalvin, and others (who will show up in due course, as I either find their websites or remember to put them in).
I want to take this opportunity to thank everyone who's featured in the links for being so great to me so far. It's because of the work (and in some cases, the encouragement) of folks like them that I can keep doing what I do. ^_^ So thanks, guys, for all your hard work and incredible art!
I'm still deciding which fic to post up here next...I'm open to suggestions.
I finally figured out how to use links! Iakka Takka!*
*Dominic Deegan orcish for 'Happy Dance.' ^_^
Now I can link to some of the people whose art has...ahem...'inspired' me most over my time as a writer. Folks like Absinthe Studios, JCEtheridge, Kalvin, and others (who will show up in due course, as I either find their websites or remember to put them in).
I want to take this opportunity to thank everyone who's featured in the links for being so great to me so far. It's because of the work (and in some cases, the encouragement) of folks like them that I can keep doing what I do. ^_^ So thanks, guys, for all your hard work and incredible art!
I'm still deciding which fic to post up here next...I'm open to suggestions.
Sunday, November 25, 2007
Magic Hands
Skipping ahead a little...this is my most recent work. I'll get back to posting more archived stuff in a couple of days, but I wanted to share this now. This is the first incestuous fic I've submitted to this blog, and the third I've ever written. The first was a Cannonball/Icarus fluff fic called 'Body Heat' which had no sex, and the second was a Cyclops/Cable fic called 'War Bonds'...written around the same time Marvel killed Nate off, IIRC.
Anyway, here you also see a major fetish of mine: Gender-bending. I love a lot of female characters: Storm, Psylocke, Polaris, Phoenix, the Scarlet Witch, etc. Unfortunately, I can't write straight erotica to save my life, having never had, nor any desire to have, sex with a woman. So genderswapping is the only way to give these great characters any action. Fortunately, they all make really hot guys. ^_^
So, kinks galore in this fic! A gender-bent Scarlet Witch seduces his father in 'Magic Hands.'
~*~
Erik Magnus Lehnsherr woke up in the brig of the Avenger's Mansion's sub-levels. The first thing he noticed was the forcefield locking him in, projected from a solid steel mechanism. He reached out with his magnetic power to rip the thing off its mountings...
...And found he couldn't. Of course. My captors have locked me in an inhibitor field. Well, I've gotten by without my powers before, and I will again. Now, who do they have serving as watchdog...?
A swirling red cloak appeared from the side door, followed by a tall, leanly muscular man with auburn hair and beard. "Hello, Father."
"William?!"
The Scarlet Sorcerer smiled, white teeth flashing behind his russet goatee. "That's right. You've been fighting the X-Men for too long, Father. They're powerful, to be sure...but we Avengers are called Earth's Mightiest Heroes for a reason."
The younger man dropped the forcefield for a second, and stepped into Magnus's cell. Lunging forward, Erik tried to make use of this narrow window of opportunity, but was repelled by a gesture from his elder son. The forcefield snapped up behind William as Magneto landed roughly on his bunk, the sheets of which snapped up around him, binding him in tight cords.
"Ahh, Father. Ever the opportunist. Don't bother. Iron Man specially calibrated this cell to render you, and you alone, powerless. Relax...I think you'll quite enjoy your stay here, if you're open to it."
"William, what are you...?"
A second gesture from the Chaos-magician, and Erik gave a start as his clothes rippled into sheets of mesh fabric and disappeared, scattering to the four corners of his cell as his son smiled coolly.
"You see...I'm the only one who knows you're here."
Running his hands along his body, William gave a low moan of pleasure as his own uniform transformed into a stream of ribbons and flew off his body, leaving him as naked as his father.
"What are you doing?! Stop this at once! This is in--"
The Scarlet Sorcerer leaned in and kissed his father full on the lips, insistent, demanding, and Erik's protests were muffled. He felt the harsh bristle of his son's goatee against his mouth as a glowing hand wrapped itself around his turgid maleness. Bolts of pure magic coursed through him, and Erik cried out, finding himself growing hotter by the minute as William climbed up onto his lap, grinding himself against his father's muscular thighs as he continued his deep, breath-sucking kiss.
Erik was torn between the raging swell of desire and the cold burn of shame. Impossible! I can't be feeling this way about him! He's my son, and he fights me at every opportunity! These responses...he must be affecting me somehow...this can't be right!
"Ohhh, father," William's breathy voice came in his ear, "you truly don't understand at all, do you? I want you. I've wanted you since you spirited Pietro and me away from that mob. But you only had eyes for your quest, your passion...world domination foremost in your mind, you never had time to think of the affections you could've received...and then, when we found out the truth...I all but gave up hope."
He began to lick the hollow of Erik's throat, then let his tongue trail down to his father's chest. Erik let out a breathless moan, unable to form articulate words.
"Finally, I decided. Why not just take what I want? After all...I learned how to do it from the best." Green eyes looked up at Magnus with a mocking smile, and then the beard and tongue played over Erik's nipples. Bound and helpless as he was, Erik could only sit there and moan, his member rock-hard and rigid against William's. "Please...William..."
William's head came up again. Both men were covered in a sheen of sweat now, their breath harsh and panting. "Please what, Father?"
"Suck me...please...take me in your mouth. Let me...release..." With those words, Erik's head slumped. He knew when he was bested.
So did William. He smiled like a cat who knew he had the bird, eyes and teeth glittering. "As you wish."
Bending down, his long auburn hair spilling across Erik's thighs, William opened his mouth and swallowed the Master of Magnetism's rigid, weeping shaft in a single gulp. The flow of Magnus's precome into his mouth made him moan in satisfaction, even as Magneto himself was drived to the verge of tears with relief and ecstasy.
Deeper and deeper William took Magnus's cock, his goatee standing out in stark contrast against the silver of his father's pubic hair as he watched. His hand was a blur of motion on his own member, the balls swelling and flushing with color as Erik watched in disbelief and wonder...he'd had no idea his own son had this sexual, perverse side to him. All the stigma, the wrongness of the situation, vanished from Erik's mind as he watched William writhe on his knees like a well-trained whore, bobbing his head up and down on his father's shaft as he masturbated his own maleness to a full, glorious erection. His face...indeed, his whole body, became flush with excitement and desire, and as Erik watched, William began to moan in excitement and rapture as his cock swelled, pushed past the point of no return.
Watching the show and having his member lavished so attentively, pushed Erik over the brink as well. With simultaneous cries of ecstatic frenzy, father and son's hips began to buck in tandem as their rods unleashed torrents of semen. Erik's load mostly vanished down William's throat, but the Scarlet Sorcerer pulled off just enough to let one volley of seed coat his face, dripping from his beard in a frosty mustache.
William's own orgasm was decidedly more spectacular. Leaning back on his knees, his father's cum still dripping down his face and neck, the Sorcerer threw his head back and let out one final moan of delicious satiation...and then his cock blasted, glowing pearls of semen spattering his whole body like warm rain. The bonds holding Erik released, transforming back into sheets, and unable to help himself, the Master of Magnetism began to lick his son clean, his tongue on a relentless quest to claim every spilled drop of seed.
Finally, he reached William's beard. Grooming it in an almost catlike fashion, Magnus stopped to give his son a deep, passionate kiss, all his incestuous inhibitions gone. "So...was it what you hoped for, my son?"
"All that and more, Father," William panted. "Now...I'd best send you back, before my teammates arrest you for real."
His hands came alive with Chaos-magick, and before Magus could protest...
...He was in his bed in Genosha.
Sitting up, he looked down at himself, naked. Thinking of the events that had just transpired caused his maleness to swell and rise anew.
It's almost as if he used his magick to give me the libido of a man half...no, a third my age. Remembering the way William's hand had closed around him, Magnus wondered if his son hadn't done just that.
Thank you, my son. You've given me a gift I intend to fully enjoy. In return, I'll postpone my liberation of the mutant race...at least, long enough for me to be completely satisfied.
His hand closing around his cock, Magneto had a good idea of exactly how he was going to spend the next few days.
~FIN~
Anyway, here you also see a major fetish of mine: Gender-bending. I love a lot of female characters: Storm, Psylocke, Polaris, Phoenix, the Scarlet Witch, etc. Unfortunately, I can't write straight erotica to save my life, having never had, nor any desire to have, sex with a woman. So genderswapping is the only way to give these great characters any action. Fortunately, they all make really hot guys. ^_^
So, kinks galore in this fic! A gender-bent Scarlet Witch seduces his father in 'Magic Hands.'
~*~
Erik Magnus Lehnsherr woke up in the brig of the Avenger's Mansion's sub-levels. The first thing he noticed was the forcefield locking him in, projected from a solid steel mechanism. He reached out with his magnetic power to rip the thing off its mountings...
...And found he couldn't. Of course. My captors have locked me in an inhibitor field. Well, I've gotten by without my powers before, and I will again. Now, who do they have serving as watchdog...?
A swirling red cloak appeared from the side door, followed by a tall, leanly muscular man with auburn hair and beard. "Hello, Father."
"William?!"
The Scarlet Sorcerer smiled, white teeth flashing behind his russet goatee. "That's right. You've been fighting the X-Men for too long, Father. They're powerful, to be sure...but we Avengers are called Earth's Mightiest Heroes for a reason."
The younger man dropped the forcefield for a second, and stepped into Magnus's cell. Lunging forward, Erik tried to make use of this narrow window of opportunity, but was repelled by a gesture from his elder son. The forcefield snapped up behind William as Magneto landed roughly on his bunk, the sheets of which snapped up around him, binding him in tight cords.
"Ahh, Father. Ever the opportunist. Don't bother. Iron Man specially calibrated this cell to render you, and you alone, powerless. Relax...I think you'll quite enjoy your stay here, if you're open to it."
"William, what are you...?"
A second gesture from the Chaos-magician, and Erik gave a start as his clothes rippled into sheets of mesh fabric and disappeared, scattering to the four corners of his cell as his son smiled coolly.
"You see...I'm the only one who knows you're here."
Running his hands along his body, William gave a low moan of pleasure as his own uniform transformed into a stream of ribbons and flew off his body, leaving him as naked as his father.
"What are you doing?! Stop this at once! This is in--"
The Scarlet Sorcerer leaned in and kissed his father full on the lips, insistent, demanding, and Erik's protests were muffled. He felt the harsh bristle of his son's goatee against his mouth as a glowing hand wrapped itself around his turgid maleness. Bolts of pure magic coursed through him, and Erik cried out, finding himself growing hotter by the minute as William climbed up onto his lap, grinding himself against his father's muscular thighs as he continued his deep, breath-sucking kiss.
Erik was torn between the raging swell of desire and the cold burn of shame. Impossible! I can't be feeling this way about him! He's my son, and he fights me at every opportunity! These responses...he must be affecting me somehow...this can't be right!
"Ohhh, father," William's breathy voice came in his ear, "you truly don't understand at all, do you? I want you. I've wanted you since you spirited Pietro and me away from that mob. But you only had eyes for your quest, your passion...world domination foremost in your mind, you never had time to think of the affections you could've received...and then, when we found out the truth...I all but gave up hope."
He began to lick the hollow of Erik's throat, then let his tongue trail down to his father's chest. Erik let out a breathless moan, unable to form articulate words.
"Finally, I decided. Why not just take what I want? After all...I learned how to do it from the best." Green eyes looked up at Magnus with a mocking smile, and then the beard and tongue played over Erik's nipples. Bound and helpless as he was, Erik could only sit there and moan, his member rock-hard and rigid against William's. "Please...William..."
William's head came up again. Both men were covered in a sheen of sweat now, their breath harsh and panting. "Please what, Father?"
"Suck me...please...take me in your mouth. Let me...release..." With those words, Erik's head slumped. He knew when he was bested.
So did William. He smiled like a cat who knew he had the bird, eyes and teeth glittering. "As you wish."
Bending down, his long auburn hair spilling across Erik's thighs, William opened his mouth and swallowed the Master of Magnetism's rigid, weeping shaft in a single gulp. The flow of Magnus's precome into his mouth made him moan in satisfaction, even as Magneto himself was drived to the verge of tears with relief and ecstasy.
Deeper and deeper William took Magnus's cock, his goatee standing out in stark contrast against the silver of his father's pubic hair as he watched. His hand was a blur of motion on his own member, the balls swelling and flushing with color as Erik watched in disbelief and wonder...he'd had no idea his own son had this sexual, perverse side to him. All the stigma, the wrongness of the situation, vanished from Erik's mind as he watched William writhe on his knees like a well-trained whore, bobbing his head up and down on his father's shaft as he masturbated his own maleness to a full, glorious erection. His face...indeed, his whole body, became flush with excitement and desire, and as Erik watched, William began to moan in excitement and rapture as his cock swelled, pushed past the point of no return.
Watching the show and having his member lavished so attentively, pushed Erik over the brink as well. With simultaneous cries of ecstatic frenzy, father and son's hips began to buck in tandem as their rods unleashed torrents of semen. Erik's load mostly vanished down William's throat, but the Scarlet Sorcerer pulled off just enough to let one volley of seed coat his face, dripping from his beard in a frosty mustache.
William's own orgasm was decidedly more spectacular. Leaning back on his knees, his father's cum still dripping down his face and neck, the Sorcerer threw his head back and let out one final moan of delicious satiation...and then his cock blasted, glowing pearls of semen spattering his whole body like warm rain. The bonds holding Erik released, transforming back into sheets, and unable to help himself, the Master of Magnetism began to lick his son clean, his tongue on a relentless quest to claim every spilled drop of seed.
Finally, he reached William's beard. Grooming it in an almost catlike fashion, Magnus stopped to give his son a deep, passionate kiss, all his incestuous inhibitions gone. "So...was it what you hoped for, my son?"
"All that and more, Father," William panted. "Now...I'd best send you back, before my teammates arrest you for real."
His hands came alive with Chaos-magick, and before Magus could protest...
...He was in his bed in Genosha.
Sitting up, he looked down at himself, naked. Thinking of the events that had just transpired caused his maleness to swell and rise anew.
It's almost as if he used his magick to give me the libido of a man half...no, a third my age. Remembering the way William's hand had closed around him, Magnus wondered if his son hadn't done just that.
Thank you, my son. You've given me a gift I intend to fully enjoy. In return, I'll postpone my liberation of the mutant race...at least, long enough for me to be completely satisfied.
His hand closing around his cock, Magneto had a good idea of exactly how he was going to spend the next few days.
~FIN~
Friday, November 23, 2007
Control
I noticed a strange trend going through my archives...I have a tendency to use short titles whenever possible. And a LOT of the one-word titles started with C. Not sure what this means, but I don't see any reason to change them.
Anyway, getting back to X-Men fics, this is one of my personal favorites. I think Magneto is one of the most awesome characters ever to appear in any fictional medium. This fic was written mostly as a tribute to him, but then the difficulty came in choosing a partner. I knew I wanted to put him with an enemy, but I didn't want to use Charley, because even though he's awesome, I don't find him sexually attractive. So, taking Xavier out of the equation, the one person who's been fighting Erik the longest is the first X-Man: Cyclops. Once that revelation came to me (with the help of Kalvin, a wonderful y!Gallery artist who did an amazing Cyclops/Magneto pic), the story sort of wrote itself.
~*~
Cyclops woke up with a start, and realized two things. One: He was strapped to a cold metal table with colder metal restraints clamped around his wrists and ankles. Two: Except for the wraparound shades he usually wore when he slept, he was completely naked.
He let out a sigh of frustration as he lay his head back on the table. Well, this day's already shaping up to suck. Who could have grabbed me while I was sleeping?
He didn't have to wait long for the answer, as glaring flourescent lights flashed on overhead. Hovering in the air above him, resplendent as he always was in his red-and-violet regalia, was Magneto, eyes flashing as he glared down at his captive. "Honestly, Scott, I'm disappointed. I did expect you to put up something of a fight when I spirited you away, but you didn't even bat an eyelid."
Scott looked up with a defiant glare. "Unlock these restraints, Lehnsherr, and I'll show you how much of a fight I can put up."
Magneto's derisive bark of a laugh echoed against the metallic walls. "I'm afraid you missed your chance, dear boy. Not even the myriad of telepaths at your school detected my presence." He tapped his helmet suggestively. "No, by the time your fellow X-Men discover you're missing, I'll have achieved my goal and you'll already be on your way back home."
"Your...'goal?' " Scott tried to resist asking, but couldn't. He'd always been too damn curious for his own good. "What is your 'goal' this time? 'Cause if it's got anything to do with taking over the world, I'll tell you right now..."
A stray scrap of metal flew to his mouth, fastening itself securely to him as Magnus rubbed the bridge of his nose with a thumb and forefinger. "That's the problem with you X-Men. So busy decrying me as the devil incarnate you never take the time to listen to my side of the story. Something you get from Charles, no doubt."
Magnus was landing on the floor beside Scott's table as he spoke. The X-Men's leader could feel the air vibrating around him as Erik's power hummed. "Relax, Cyclops. I'm not trying to take anything over this time. In fact, if you cooperate, you might even enjoy this particular visit to my sanctum."
Was it Scott's imagination, or was the metal imprisoning him getting warmer? "You see, I've never been the kind of man to require much in the way of...pleasurable company. Ever since my wife ran away, I've simply never felt the need to be with people.
"But, every now and again, urges rise. The blood starts to burn...even mine...for a warm body beside me. Flesh not my own around me, giving me the physical pleasure every man needs and deserves. I've made use of members of my Brotherhood in the past when this has happened...Wyngarde's illusory powers have created some very memorable nocturnal companions, and Mystique's talents go without saying...but, as you may have noticed, I have no Brotherhood at present."
Every hair on Scott's body was tingling. But out of anticipation, fear, or revulsion, he couldn't tell. On the one hand, this was Magneto...leader of the Brotherhood, the Acolytes, the Genoshan army, and just about every archvillain team that had ever given the X-Men trouble.But on the other, he'd always found the man, Erik Lehnsherr, powerfully attractive in ways even Jean didn't know about.
Magneto had crossed 'round the entire table, to stand beside Scott on his other side. "So you see, your stay here can be a very pleasant one, if you cooperate. Let me show you just...how pleasant."
A gloved hand reached out, not touching Scott's skin, but he felt the blood rush to his nether regions anyway, pulled by a force stronger even than the magnetism Lehnsherr commanded, a force that made his resolve weaken, his hatred falter. He felt the gag fly off his mouth, looked his captor directly in the eye, and gave the Master of Magnetism his answer.
"All right. Do what you want."
Erik's smile was absolutely predatory, and Scott worried that he might have made a mistake. Then, the Master of Magnetism opened his robe, and all thought vanished from the X-Man's mind as he saw what was concealed beneath it.
The man was fit, superbly toned, and slightly larger than Scott himself, but not on the level of the X-Men powerhouses like Colossus or Bishop. His pale skin gleamed with a sheen of sweat, and his jutting member was as hard as the steel he commanded.
Presented with the amazing rod, which brushed itself across his lips almost tenderly, Scott had no choice but to open his mouth and take it inside. Lehnsherr let out a quiet groan of pleasure as Scott used skills he hadn't needed in years to fellate his archfoe, painfully aware of how the man's magnetic power was making how own rod stiffen and stand up, begging for more.
Above them, the lights went out, replaced by a warmer glow from a set of floor lights that cast the room in an almost firelike glow. Wow, Scott thought to himself. For someone who professes only to use his partners for pleasure, Magneto sure has a romantic side.
His thoughts were suddenly interrupted by an insistent pressure at his entrance. His eyes flicking up towards Erik, he saw the man's fingers pressing against his ass, demanding entry. Scott relaxed, and marvelled at the practiced ease with which Magneto found his prostate, and used it to manipulate his body.
In minutes, he and Erik were 69'ing each other while the older man was pushing his thighs apart to get better access at his most vulnerable of places. Scott cried out, straining at his straps, and when Erik freed him with a SNAP of magnetic energy, the first place his hands went to was the Master of Magnetism's chest, where he kneaded at the muscle and attacked the nipples with desperation while the man's skillful tongue drove him madder with hot need.
Some dim part of his awareness knew he was free, that he could run for it if he wanted. But in the hands of such a masterful lover, escape was the last thing on Cyclops' mind right now. He let Magneto's cock slide out of his mouth as he panted, the words barely coming out as more than a hoarse, husky whisper.
"Lehnsherr..."
"Yes, Scott?" He still sounds so cool and collected. Bastard!
"Please...I need you..."
A hand stroked Scott's cock lazily as steel-grey eyes watched him. "You need me to what, Scott?"
"Inside...please..."
One long lick up his shaft sent Scott bucking wildly on the table. "You'll have to be a little more clear, my boy."
"Just fuck me already! Please, I can't stand it anymore!"
A chuckle that vibrated through his flesh, and then Magneto pushed his legs into the air...followed by the rest of his body. It took Scott's lust-hazed mind a moment to realize that he was being levitated by a magnetic field.
"All you had to do was ask," the Master of Magnetism said, rising naked to Scott's side like some glorious god of lust. Scott spread his legs as wide as they could go, and Erik positioned himself carefully...he didn't want to hurt the boy, after all.
A cool liquid started spreading itself over Scott's perineum and sphincter, and he looked down in surprise. A second chuckle vibrated through him, and he almost came right then. "Come now, Scott. You didn't think I'd spend all this time seducing you as I have just to impale you like some Neanderthal? I'm not a monster, you know."
Cyclops would have argued the point, but he was having trouble forming sentences. The slow, deliberate preparation just felt too goddamn good.
Magnus was still talking. "No, Scott, I'm not going to fuck you. I'm going to make love to you. This...what we're doing...is more than just the animalistic rutting of primates. We are homo superior, and as such have a standard to live up to in all things...including sex. Trust me, Scott...once you've had sex with a truly superior being, there will be no going back."
Scott's cock was rock hard, but held by Magneto's field as he was, he couldn't do anything about it. All he could do was writhe under the onslaught of the man's fingers and powers, and hope to God it would be over soon, even if part of him...okay, most of me...wanted the wondrous union to go on forever.
Then, Magneto pushed into Scott's lubricated entrance. Scott opened his mouth to scream, expecting the blinding, searing pain that comes with being penetrated...and was astonished when it didn't come. Allthatw as there was the delicious fullness, the amazing pressure against his prostate that made him involuntarily push back against Magneto's hips, which thrust into him in a smooth, unbroken glide.
"You see?" Magneto whispered, his voice finally going husky with arousal. "No pain, no resistance...my powers have taken care of that. There's only the pleasure, the unadulterated joy of being filled by your master. For I am your master now, Scott. You'll be with others, men and women alike, mutant or human. But no matter who else you're with, you will always have dreams, fantasies, of being with your ideal lover, a man who mastered your body so that you cried for him, even though you were enemies."
It was a power-play, and Scott knew it. Or rather, he would have known it if he hadn't been moaning out a litany of praise for the man. The rhythm of the mating skewed his sense of time, sending him into a world where there was nothing but him, and Erik, and fucking.
"Oh, God, oh yeah, yes, hell yes, please, Erik, take me, ah God, ohh fuck, you feel so fucking wonderful in me, FUCK ME! AAAARRRGH!"
With a final thrust, Erik buried himself balls-deep inside Scott, and the X-Man screamed at the top of his lungs as his entire body seemed to explode into orgasm. A tight ring of magnetic force latched itself around the base of his shaft and started to pump out the seed as it flew, milking him for all he was worth. Scott swore his orgasm lasted for minutes, long, agonizing minutes of thrusting, spurting, and coming with explosive force as the surges of pleasure rippled through his body again and again.
Magneto let out a noise that was halfway between a grunt and a shout, and blasted his own load of semen into Scott's twitching, hungry ass, and that in turn forced yet another orgasm out of the X-Man. His eyes flew open, and he watched the Master of Magnetism assert his dominance with a powerful, controlled orgasm, his entire beautiful body trembling in the throes of it.
Finally, Erik collapsed on top of Scott in midair, spent. The two of them descended back to the table, which was still warm even though Scott hadn't been on it for the last hour at least.
Scott struggled to stay awake, to say something, but then Erik got up and waved a hand in his direction, and he blacked out.
~*~
The sun shining through his bedroom window made Cyclops blink under his sleeping shades. Hell of a dream, he thought. Freud would have a field day. I'm going to have enough fun explaining it to Jean.
He pushed the covers off himself and rose out of bed...then froze. Two things made themselves abundantly clear.
One: He was naked. And he never, ever slept naked.
Two: He was covered in dried semen. Some of it was his, but there was too much there for one man to produce.
Oh, my God. Scott looked out the window, and for a second, he swore he could see a shape against the sun, flying away with regal power and dignity.
~FIN~
Anyway, getting back to X-Men fics, this is one of my personal favorites. I think Magneto is one of the most awesome characters ever to appear in any fictional medium. This fic was written mostly as a tribute to him, but then the difficulty came in choosing a partner. I knew I wanted to put him with an enemy, but I didn't want to use Charley, because even though he's awesome, I don't find him sexually attractive. So, taking Xavier out of the equation, the one person who's been fighting Erik the longest is the first X-Man: Cyclops. Once that revelation came to me (with the help of Kalvin, a wonderful y!Gallery artist who did an amazing Cyclops/Magneto pic), the story sort of wrote itself.
~*~
Cyclops woke up with a start, and realized two things. One: He was strapped to a cold metal table with colder metal restraints clamped around his wrists and ankles. Two: Except for the wraparound shades he usually wore when he slept, he was completely naked.
He let out a sigh of frustration as he lay his head back on the table. Well, this day's already shaping up to suck. Who could have grabbed me while I was sleeping?
He didn't have to wait long for the answer, as glaring flourescent lights flashed on overhead. Hovering in the air above him, resplendent as he always was in his red-and-violet regalia, was Magneto, eyes flashing as he glared down at his captive. "Honestly, Scott, I'm disappointed. I did expect you to put up something of a fight when I spirited you away, but you didn't even bat an eyelid."
Scott looked up with a defiant glare. "Unlock these restraints, Lehnsherr, and I'll show you how much of a fight I can put up."
Magneto's derisive bark of a laugh echoed against the metallic walls. "I'm afraid you missed your chance, dear boy. Not even the myriad of telepaths at your school detected my presence." He tapped his helmet suggestively. "No, by the time your fellow X-Men discover you're missing, I'll have achieved my goal and you'll already be on your way back home."
"Your...'goal?' " Scott tried to resist asking, but couldn't. He'd always been too damn curious for his own good. "What is your 'goal' this time? 'Cause if it's got anything to do with taking over the world, I'll tell you right now..."
A stray scrap of metal flew to his mouth, fastening itself securely to him as Magnus rubbed the bridge of his nose with a thumb and forefinger. "That's the problem with you X-Men. So busy decrying me as the devil incarnate you never take the time to listen to my side of the story. Something you get from Charles, no doubt."
Magnus was landing on the floor beside Scott's table as he spoke. The X-Men's leader could feel the air vibrating around him as Erik's power hummed. "Relax, Cyclops. I'm not trying to take anything over this time. In fact, if you cooperate, you might even enjoy this particular visit to my sanctum."
Was it Scott's imagination, or was the metal imprisoning him getting warmer? "You see, I've never been the kind of man to require much in the way of...pleasurable company. Ever since my wife ran away, I've simply never felt the need to be with people.
"But, every now and again, urges rise. The blood starts to burn...even mine...for a warm body beside me. Flesh not my own around me, giving me the physical pleasure every man needs and deserves. I've made use of members of my Brotherhood in the past when this has happened...Wyngarde's illusory powers have created some very memorable nocturnal companions, and Mystique's talents go without saying...but, as you may have noticed, I have no Brotherhood at present."
Every hair on Scott's body was tingling. But out of anticipation, fear, or revulsion, he couldn't tell. On the one hand, this was Magneto...leader of the Brotherhood, the Acolytes, the Genoshan army, and just about every archvillain team that had ever given the X-Men trouble.But on the other, he'd always found the man, Erik Lehnsherr, powerfully attractive in ways even Jean didn't know about.
Magneto had crossed 'round the entire table, to stand beside Scott on his other side. "So you see, your stay here can be a very pleasant one, if you cooperate. Let me show you just...how pleasant."
A gloved hand reached out, not touching Scott's skin, but he felt the blood rush to his nether regions anyway, pulled by a force stronger even than the magnetism Lehnsherr commanded, a force that made his resolve weaken, his hatred falter. He felt the gag fly off his mouth, looked his captor directly in the eye, and gave the Master of Magnetism his answer.
"All right. Do what you want."
Erik's smile was absolutely predatory, and Scott worried that he might have made a mistake. Then, the Master of Magnetism opened his robe, and all thought vanished from the X-Man's mind as he saw what was concealed beneath it.
The man was fit, superbly toned, and slightly larger than Scott himself, but not on the level of the X-Men powerhouses like Colossus or Bishop. His pale skin gleamed with a sheen of sweat, and his jutting member was as hard as the steel he commanded.
Presented with the amazing rod, which brushed itself across his lips almost tenderly, Scott had no choice but to open his mouth and take it inside. Lehnsherr let out a quiet groan of pleasure as Scott used skills he hadn't needed in years to fellate his archfoe, painfully aware of how the man's magnetic power was making how own rod stiffen and stand up, begging for more.
Above them, the lights went out, replaced by a warmer glow from a set of floor lights that cast the room in an almost firelike glow. Wow, Scott thought to himself. For someone who professes only to use his partners for pleasure, Magneto sure has a romantic side.
His thoughts were suddenly interrupted by an insistent pressure at his entrance. His eyes flicking up towards Erik, he saw the man's fingers pressing against his ass, demanding entry. Scott relaxed, and marvelled at the practiced ease with which Magneto found his prostate, and used it to manipulate his body.
In minutes, he and Erik were 69'ing each other while the older man was pushing his thighs apart to get better access at his most vulnerable of places. Scott cried out, straining at his straps, and when Erik freed him with a SNAP of magnetic energy, the first place his hands went to was the Master of Magnetism's chest, where he kneaded at the muscle and attacked the nipples with desperation while the man's skillful tongue drove him madder with hot need.
Some dim part of his awareness knew he was free, that he could run for it if he wanted. But in the hands of such a masterful lover, escape was the last thing on Cyclops' mind right now. He let Magneto's cock slide out of his mouth as he panted, the words barely coming out as more than a hoarse, husky whisper.
"Lehnsherr..."
"Yes, Scott?" He still sounds so cool and collected. Bastard!
"Please...I need you..."
A hand stroked Scott's cock lazily as steel-grey eyes watched him. "You need me to what, Scott?"
"Inside...please..."
One long lick up his shaft sent Scott bucking wildly on the table. "You'll have to be a little more clear, my boy."
"Just fuck me already! Please, I can't stand it anymore!"
A chuckle that vibrated through his flesh, and then Magneto pushed his legs into the air...followed by the rest of his body. It took Scott's lust-hazed mind a moment to realize that he was being levitated by a magnetic field.
"All you had to do was ask," the Master of Magnetism said, rising naked to Scott's side like some glorious god of lust. Scott spread his legs as wide as they could go, and Erik positioned himself carefully...he didn't want to hurt the boy, after all.
A cool liquid started spreading itself over Scott's perineum and sphincter, and he looked down in surprise. A second chuckle vibrated through him, and he almost came right then. "Come now, Scott. You didn't think I'd spend all this time seducing you as I have just to impale you like some Neanderthal? I'm not a monster, you know."
Cyclops would have argued the point, but he was having trouble forming sentences. The slow, deliberate preparation just felt too goddamn good.
Magnus was still talking. "No, Scott, I'm not going to fuck you. I'm going to make love to you. This...what we're doing...is more than just the animalistic rutting of primates. We are homo superior, and as such have a standard to live up to in all things...including sex. Trust me, Scott...once you've had sex with a truly superior being, there will be no going back."
Scott's cock was rock hard, but held by Magneto's field as he was, he couldn't do anything about it. All he could do was writhe under the onslaught of the man's fingers and powers, and hope to God it would be over soon, even if part of him...okay, most of me...wanted the wondrous union to go on forever.
Then, Magneto pushed into Scott's lubricated entrance. Scott opened his mouth to scream, expecting the blinding, searing pain that comes with being penetrated...and was astonished when it didn't come. Allthatw as there was the delicious fullness, the amazing pressure against his prostate that made him involuntarily push back against Magneto's hips, which thrust into him in a smooth, unbroken glide.
"You see?" Magneto whispered, his voice finally going husky with arousal. "No pain, no resistance...my powers have taken care of that. There's only the pleasure, the unadulterated joy of being filled by your master. For I am your master now, Scott. You'll be with others, men and women alike, mutant or human. But no matter who else you're with, you will always have dreams, fantasies, of being with your ideal lover, a man who mastered your body so that you cried for him, even though you were enemies."
It was a power-play, and Scott knew it. Or rather, he would have known it if he hadn't been moaning out a litany of praise for the man. The rhythm of the mating skewed his sense of time, sending him into a world where there was nothing but him, and Erik, and fucking.
"Oh, God, oh yeah, yes, hell yes, please, Erik, take me, ah God, ohh fuck, you feel so fucking wonderful in me, FUCK ME! AAAARRRGH!"
With a final thrust, Erik buried himself balls-deep inside Scott, and the X-Man screamed at the top of his lungs as his entire body seemed to explode into orgasm. A tight ring of magnetic force latched itself around the base of his shaft and started to pump out the seed as it flew, milking him for all he was worth. Scott swore his orgasm lasted for minutes, long, agonizing minutes of thrusting, spurting, and coming with explosive force as the surges of pleasure rippled through his body again and again.
Magneto let out a noise that was halfway between a grunt and a shout, and blasted his own load of semen into Scott's twitching, hungry ass, and that in turn forced yet another orgasm out of the X-Man. His eyes flew open, and he watched the Master of Magnetism assert his dominance with a powerful, controlled orgasm, his entire beautiful body trembling in the throes of it.
Finally, Erik collapsed on top of Scott in midair, spent. The two of them descended back to the table, which was still warm even though Scott hadn't been on it for the last hour at least.
Scott struggled to stay awake, to say something, but then Erik got up and waved a hand in his direction, and he blacked out.
~*~
The sun shining through his bedroom window made Cyclops blink under his sleeping shades. Hell of a dream, he thought. Freud would have a field day. I'm going to have enough fun explaining it to Jean.
He pushed the covers off himself and rose out of bed...then froze. Two things made themselves abundantly clear.
One: He was naked. And he never, ever slept naked.
Two: He was covered in dried semen. Some of it was his, but there was too much there for one man to produce.
Oh, my God. Scott looked out the window, and for a second, he swore he could see a shape against the sun, flying away with regal power and dignity.
~FIN~
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