Jungle God

This is a little gem I discovered in the shrouded, misty past of my Y!Gallery. Truth be told, I'd forgotten I'd even written it until today.

For all that I completely perv out over Wolverine, Storm is my favorite X-Man. I love her regality, her strength, her compassion, and her powers. I've been through more ups-and-downs with her than anyone else on the team. So when it came to making her a guy, the writing just felt natural.

I'm thinking of writing a remake of this, with Logan instead of Ka-Zar, but still set in the same place. Thoughts? Comment here or on my Y!Gal page. :)

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“Warning. Warning. Guidance System failure. Eject now.”

“Hold together for me…just a little longer…”

Raoro Munroe gritted his teeth as he struggled with the unresponsive controls of the minijet. The electrical systems sparked and sizzled as he fought for all he was worth, but the plane’s descent would not be denied. Finally, with a growl of frustration, the X-Man punched the bright red “EJECT” button. The jet’s canopy blew off, carried away by winds strong and brittle enough to tear a human body apart, and then Raoro was launched into the bleak, cold Antarctic air.

For anyone else, this would have been only the beginning of the danger, but for Raoro, it was the light at the end of the tunnel. For long before he’d joined the X-Men, he had been worshipped as a benevolent Sky Father by tribes in his native Kenya, brother-consort to Mother Earth herself. Even though he was only called “Strong Wind-Rider” as a term of endearment now, he was still Storm, an X-Man, and master of weather.

The cold, while extremely unpleasant, did not freeze him, nor did the destructive force of the stratospheric wind harm him in any way. As soon as he’d fallen through a layer of clouds, to where the atmosphere was thick enough to be commanded, Storm gathered the winds about him and soared over the bleak Antarctic tundra, watching regretfully as a fireball blossomed in the distance where his jet had made its final, fatal crash.

Goddess, that will be difficult to explain. I shall never understand why Charles didn’t simply let me fly here on my own. Even back when he’d first joined the X-Men, Raoro had made trans-Atlantic flights in less than a day, with only a sharp hunger and fatigue bothering him on the other side. After years of training in the Danger Room and elsewhere, Storm was fairly confident that he could manage to fly all the way round the globe, if necessary, without needing to use one of Xavier’s machines. But in America, it seemed, everyone was in a hurry, and Raoro had to grudgingly admit that airplanes and jets were still faster than he was.

A massive ring of mountains in the distance, measuring over fifty miles in diameter, caught Raoro’s attention. Deep in the valley of those mountains was his objective, shrouded in unusually thick clouds.

The Savage Land, Storm thought, his body suddenly rife with anticipation. As dangerous as the jungle was, especially one filled with prehistoric animals, every time he’d been there, the “weather-warlock” had always felt more at peace and free in the sheltered, tropical valley than anywhere else in the world. Even if he was on a mission…his crashed jet was only further proof of how serious the situation was…Raoro already looked forward to being in the Savage Land. It would be something like going home…or back to what his home should have been, before despots and petty dictators ran roughshod over them and destroyed the tribes that worshipped him.

Breaching the clouds inside the valley, Raoro looked around in astonishment, as he always did whenever he first entered this deadly paradise. The vista alone was breathtaking…miles of verdant jungle canopy, throbbing with the essence of life itself, nearly untouched by man or mutant, free from the concerns of the world outside. There was no M-Day here, no bloodless extermination of mutants. There were no laws or bills denying people the basic right to live just because of how they were born. And even though Storm had a mission here, he felt as though he could leave his cares and worries completely in the dust.

Once he landed at the foot of the mountains, just at the edge of the vast jungle, Raoro breathed deeply of the humid Savage Land air. It smelled of nature, of new-grown leaves and long-lost flowers, of rich, fertile soil and hot, life-giving rain. But there was something missing. Storm thought for a moment, and then smiled. He knew what it was.

It had been said of Storm’s powers that he was immune to temperature changes. That was close, but not perfectly accurate. Raoro’s body was surrounded by a field of perfect temperature, one that he could control or eliminate altogether if he wanted to. With the field up, as it had been outside the valley, he could stay comfortable no matter how hot or cold this surroundings got; he could survive in an open volcano or frozen in a glacier. But it came at a cost; his sense of the natural world around him was impaired when he was controlling his body temperature like that, like trying to hear through earmuffs. So whenever the temperature outside was comfortable (or at least bearable), Storm would lower the field, subjecting himself to the temperature of the rest of the world, and let himself feel in tune with the planet itself.

That was what he did now. With a sudden impact, like being covered with a thick, heavy quilt, the tropical heat and humidity slammed into Raoro, staggering him with its brutal intensity. He welcomed it, relished it, and spread his arms out for more.

Unfortunately, there was still something blocking his way. This time, it took only a second to realize what it was. With a wicked smile, Storm peeled his black-and-gold uniform off, hiding it as best he could in a nearby bush. Back in America, not only was personal modesty an alarmingly omnipresent concept, but the weather always seemed too cold for Raoro to let his guard down and disrobe as he could here. As much as he would have liked to raise his arms there and transform Salem Center into an equatorial paradise, Xavier frowned on any mutant, especially an X-Man, using their powers in such a way unless there was need, or on special occasions. And he certainly wouldn’t have let Raoro do it just to be free of those absurd, constricting scraps of fabric people made each other wear.

Now refreshingly naked, completely open to the elements physically and spiritually, he headed for a lake he often frequented and drank deep, pausing to look at himself in the mirror. A leanly muscular African man gazed back, with skin the color of milk chocolate and eyes so bright and blue they matched the sky itself. His hair tumbled in cascade of silver around his shoulders, having been allowed to grow out considerably after the embarrassing phase where he’d shaved himself completely bald except for a single forelock of white, as part of a rebellious stage in his own personal growth.

He knew he was attractive, and reveled in enjoying his own body, and the bodies of other men whom his appearance pleased. T’Challa was, of course, the first man who came to mind. But Forge had also been a longtime suitor of his, that brilliant, thoughtful Cheyenne man with the tormented past and unmatched candor. Though they had ended bitterly, Storm still remembered his time with the shaman as sweet. There had been brief, torrid affairs with Logan, Kurt, and Piotr, before Raoro had come across the disturbing concept of jealousy, and in Kurt’s case, religious turmoil. The thought that one man could belong solely to another, especially in acts so supremely joyful as making love, made Raoro squirm inwardly, and he bristled at the thought of being rejected by an entire religion simply because of whom you chose to love.

Even the memory was starting to make dark mists gather about the lake, and Raoro dove beneath the surface to cleanse his body and mind, lest he ruin the delicate balance of the Savage Land in a simple fit of bad memories. The warm water swirled about him, caressed him, pulled him gently in all the right places., and he felt himself hardening. Climbing back to the shore, he spread his arms and legs, gripping the sand as if it were a lover, and lay back, simply enjoying the way his large, powerful hardness thrust proudly skyward from its glistening nest of silver pubic hair.

It seemed Storm had only closed his eyes for a moment before he felt something warm and wet engulf his rampant member. Opening his eyes in surprise…he hadn’t even felt the air move…he relaxed when he saw Kevin Plunder, the Savage Land’s chosen protector, kneeling naked before his supine form, engulfing his black-skinned cock in that sensuous, talented mouth.

“Ka-Zar…” he whispered, his voice deep and rich with want. The English noble-turned-savage responded with a long, slow lick up the underside of his shaft and a mischievous smile as he reached up and gave a powerful squeeze to Storm’s chest, massaging the hard slabs of muscle as he turned his mouth to Raoro’s balls. His hand was busily working, sliding up and down his own shaft, making his balls jostle back and forth between his kneeling thighs, and Storm fund himself panting at the sight. Ka-Zar noticed this, and without a word positioned himself above Raoro’s lips, letting the African weather-god take his red length into his mouth and nurse on it for all he was worth.

The two men, African god and European beast, stayed locked in that wondrous position for what felt like hours, tasting each other’s most forbidden parts, sampling of all the joys one man can give another, before Ka-Zar broke the position and turned to face Raoro. “Please… beautiful, black thunder-god…it has been too long. I need you inside me.”

Storm nodded his assent, and stretched himself out on the soil as Ka-Zar straddled him, admiring the wild man’s muscular body and powerful tan thighs as he tossed his golden lion’s-mane and pushed Raoro’s member into his tight, welcoming body. Hs face contorted in the naked ecstasy of lust, and Storm started thrusting upwards, feeling the weight of Ka-Zar’s heavy balls on his stomach as he watched the jungle man’s cock begin to spurt its pre-ejaculate nectar over his chest. Using one hand to hold the hard, rounded globes of Ka-Zar’s buttocks, Storm used his free hand to smear the fluid over the jutting maleness in front of him, wishing to the Goddess that he were limber enough, as he had been in his adolescence, to ream the jungle lord and suck him at the same time.

Their moans echoed and resonated with each other, seeming to caress each other in the humid air as their bodies did on the ground, As their passion escalated and the heat of the jungle consumed their senses, man and mutant became as animals, mauling each other and thrusting against one another with a primal urgency and drive that stained their skin with blushes of exertion and contorted their faces with pure, raw passion and ecstasy.

Thunder clapped overhead as Storm tossed his argent hair out of his face, and the two were drenched in hot, tropical rain that steamed as it hit their naked bodies, heightening their passions further as they slid against each other in the storm, grasping every part of one another that they could reach.

Ka-Zar was the first to lose control. In a fit of passion, Raoro lunged forward and swallowed his member whole, while keeping his own maleness firmly lodged inside the jungle lord’s body. Being taken from both ends like that caused Ka-Zar’s body to spasm wildly, and with a howl born from the most primal origins of humanity itself, he spent himself, over and over again, into the weather-god’s hot, willing mouth.

Storm was now completely bombarded on all fronts with sensuality; the scent of Ka-Zar’s lust a spicy musk in his nostrils, the taste of his semen salty and bitter, but heady and addictive in his mouth. He looked up and watched Ka-Zar’s face contort in the throes of orgasm time and again, and heard his cries, moans, and sighs echoing in his ears. But the feelings…oh, Goddess, the feelings!…that rode roughshod over his skin were what drove him over the edge. His throbbing, steel-hard member completely engulfed by Ka-Zar’s heat, the jungle lord’s body pressed firmly against his own, slick with sweat and rainfall…and when Ka-Zar’s tightness clenched uncontrollably around him in a desperate expression of climax, Raoro was himself overcome by pleasure. Lightning streaked across the sky as he screamed in ecstasy, shooting deep into Ka-Zar’s bowels as the savage’s legs wrapped tightly around his own, their bodies trembling and gyrating uncontrollably as they coated each other, and the ground beneath them, in their own creamy essences.

Finally, after what felt like forever, the two relaxed into each other’s embrace, soaked in fluids. The skies cleared almost instantly, and Raoro looked up at Ka-Zar with a gentle smile. “It is good to see you again, my Jungle Lord. But what of Shanna?”

Ka-Zar met Storm’s gaze directly. “She is a wonderful woman and I am proud to be her husband. But some things must be shared between men…or between man and God.” Raoro felt the blush rise in his cheeks again, and he gave Ka-Zar a deep, powerful kiss, before the two of them dove into the lake together.

Raoro knew he still had a mission to accomplish…his jet had crashed for no apparent reason and he was, for all intents and purposes, stranded in the Savage Land. But constant danger was part of who he was, and he had learned to take respite whenever it came along…and treasure those moments when they came. Ka-Zar would help him uncover the threat, and stop it. And they would celebrate, as only those who are in touch with nature truly can. The X-Men would find him, and he would go back to his life as one of them. But for now…just for these few fleeting days…he was Storm of the Savage Land.

And it felt right.

~*~

New Year's Eve

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.

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.'

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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~