Rating: M/NC-17
WARNING: A Victor/Rogue/Logan threesome will take place in this. I don't care if you think it's super OOC of any of them, it will be hot! There won't be a bunch of angst, it'll just be very smutty.
Author's Note: I always did enjoy the idea of Marie developing Logan's libido. I know it's kind of similar to my unfinished "Sweet Misery" story, but it differs in several areas. In this one, Marie doesn't just want to fuck, she's not going to whore herself out to just any guy, she's actually still a virgin and she will stay that way until she finds someone who can fulfill her needs/fantasies. She wants FERAL/animal sex and she wants it with Logan...or someone who has a feral side...that's where Victor comes in. Also, in "Sweet Misery", Marie's personality shifts. She's kind of a meanie and she's not the best decision maker. In this story, outside of the bedroom, she's normal spitfire Marie. She's not turning to drugs/alcohol/etc. I guess I find it hard to write an all around bitchy Marie, which is why I felt the need to write this story. It's kind of like "Sweet Misery" if it were only about Marie's super raunchy sex life.
This is ORIGINS Victor people, meaning, when you're envisioning this, you need to know that this is Liev Schrieber's Victor Creed. Pretend Sabretooth wasn't even in the first film. Also, this takes place after X2: United. X3 rarely exists in my fics.
Disclaimer: Don't own. I'm just using these characters for my own pleasure...*ahem*
Marie jolted awake in her bed, panting and sweating from the terror of her dream. She ran a hand through her hair and cleared her throat as she swung her legs out of bed and shoved her feed into an awaiting pair of slippers.
As soon as she opened the door, she jumped at the sight of the foreboding presence of the feral mutant who'd labeled himself her protector. He always showed up when she had her nightmares.
"Everything OK, kid?"
Marie ran a hand through her hair in a futile attempt to tame her wavy locks, "Yeah...just a dream."
Logan shoved his hands into his pockets and eyed her, "Again? That makes four times this week."
She nodded and awkwardly moved past him into the hallway to make her way downstairs, "I'll be fine."
Marie could sense him following her to the kitchen. He didn't speak when they got there.
She started to open the refrigerator, but he slammed his palm against the stainless steel and stood behind her, his breath tickling her hair. Marie shuddered and closed her eyes as she felt his other hand slowly snake its way beneath her nightgown and gently trace his finger over the apex of her thighs.
Without a word, his gentle ministrations gave way to a violent yank that left her panties a shredded wad in his hand. She bit her lip and moaned as he yanked her over to the island and sat her up on it before stepping between her legs and yanking her lips down to his for a needy, rough kiss that was sure to bruise her soft, pink lips.
In the midst of their frenzied kisses, Logan managed to get his pants open and free his manhood. He forcefully broke the kiss and pushed her back down against the counter as he roughly entered her, making her arch and gasp as he mercilessly drove himself in and out of her.
All she could do was moan as he gripped her hips tightly and fucked her with every ounce of strength he had. It was the most intense mix of pain and pleasure she'd ever experienced.
Marie relished the sound of Logan's animalistic grunts and growls...they were driving her mad.
She tried to run her fingers over his chiseled chest, but he grabbed her wrists and pinned them down against the cold, tile countertops as he growled, "I didn't tell you you could move..." He leaned over her, baring his teeth, "Mine..."
Logan thrust deeper inside of her to emphasis his point, making her gasp and writhe against him. He smirked and thrust again, "You're mine..."
"Yes..." she whispered breathlessly as he began fucking her with renewed vigor.
She almost blacked out from the force of her orgasm as Logan bit down on her neck and spilled himself deep inside of her...effectively marking her as his mate.
The animal had taken her...
Marie gasped and opened her eyes to find herself in her own bed, drenched in sweat. As soon as she had the opportunity to collect herself, she jumped out of bed, rushed over to her door and snatched it open.
Logan wasn't there. Unfortunately, it was nothing more than a dream...just as it always was. When she returned to bed, she slowly moved her hand down into her panties as she thought of the feral Logan...mating her on top of the kitchen island.
Sometime after Alkali Lake, Marie's school girl crush for Logan took a turn toward more adult affections. When she did finally learn how to control her mutation, she thought that the only barrier to pure, unadulterated sexual satisfaction had been eliminated...but unfortunately, she was wrong.
Logan still saw her as sweet little Rogue, the young, naive girl whose life he had saved. She wanted him to see her as Marie...the woman who had needs...desires and fantasies that she desperately wanted fulfilled.
While she'd successfully compartmentalized Magneto's personality after Liberty Island, she allowed the Wolverine a bit more freedom in her subconscious. Soon, she began experiencing a crazy increase in her libido, violent, sexual dreams and an intense craving for meat and beer.
Her craving for meat and beer was easily taken care of, but her craving for feral sex remained unfulfilled, creating a great source of distraction for her. In order to get what her body craved, she began trying to tempt Logan with skimpier outfits, suggestive comments and flirtations that flustered even the unflappable Wolverine.
At times, he seemed to respond to her advances, but then he'd immediately come to his senses and brush her off, leaving her frustrated and angry.
If she was still nothing more than mild mannered Rogue, she'd leave well enough alone...but she was Marie, the spitfire who was working with a very feral and very horny Wolverine in her head...she was willing to go to some pretty interesting lengths.
Logan had just plopped down on the bed when he heard a soft knock at the door. He grumbled and contemplated ignoring the person, but another knock told him that his uninvited guest knew he was inside, so he stood and began making his way toward the door, but the heady scent of arousal stopped him.
Underneath the delicious smell of a woman's sexual desire, he could smell...Marie?
He hesitated for a moment before opening the door to find her there, looking far less innocent than she should have. It was clear she hadn't bothered to blow dry her hair after her shower since it hung in wild, sexy waves around her face and down her back. He also wondered where in the hell her robe was...who walks around this drafty old mansion in nothing more than a satin nighty?
"Hey Logan...can I come in?"
Logan tore his eyes away from her scantily clad body and cleared his throat, "Uh...I was just about to go to bed-"
Marie gently brushed past him and entered the room, "I was in bed...but then I had a dream."
He was immediately concerned. Logan knew how Marie's mutation worked and she'd had more than her fair share of nightmares that were the result of his and Magneto's memories.
"You OK, kid? Was it me or Mags?"
She sat down on his bed and smirked darkly, "It was you...all you."
As she crossed her legs, Logan scratched the back of his neck and quickly darted to the arm chair on the other side of the room, where a blanket sat. He picked it up and opened it, then draped it over her shoulders, "It's cold in here."
Marie snatched the blanket off and crawled further onto the bed, "I'm actually very hot."
Logan had to resist the urge to mutter "Hell yeah you are" as he watched her lay on her side in his bed and run a hand over her leg.
He sighed, "Marie...what are you doing?"
"I need your help Logan..."
Logan had been arguing with himself over her for months...since the first time she found control of her mutation, he had realized the possibility of something more with her was real...but he couldn't. There was an animal inside of him and she was too soft for that...she was just a kid after all.
He sat down on the edge of the bed, being sure to keep his eyes off of the milky white flesh of her legs, "What do you need help with, kid?"
Marie sat up and bit her lip. Perfect...he'd taken the bait.
"There's a part of you in my head...and it gives me all of these dreams..."
Logan nodded, "I know, darlin'. I'm sorry about that-"
"I like them..."
He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, "What? What are you talking about? How could you possibly like nightmares? Might have to have Chuck check you out, kid."
"I never said they were nightmares, did I?" she said as she smirked and widened her legs ever so slightly.
Logan took note of the move and quickly stood, "Kid...I think you should go back to your room."
Marie crawled to the edge of the bed and knelt in front of him, "Logan...it's your fault I have this desire inside of me...you promised to take care of me..." She reached over and took his hand. He hesitated, but the look in her eyes made all but one part of his body fall limp. Suddenly, there was the feeling of soft curls and velvety wetness against his fingers. His eyes widened as he realized Marie had put his hand against her bare pussy. She whispered seductively, "Take care of me now..."
A low growl escaped his lips as he felt her lithe fingers grip his tank top, "Marie...you start this...there ain't no goin' back."
She suddenly ripped open his tank top and licked her lips, "...and that's supposed to be a bad thing?"
Logan virtually tackled her against the bed as he began hungrily kissing her lips. Marie roughly ran her fingernails up his back, leaving fading whelps and scratches in their path.
She heard him growl and felt his teeth nipping at her bottom lip, but there was hesitation in everything he did. He grabbed a handful of the fabric of her nightgown, but just when she thought he was going to rip it off of her, he moved his hand away and slowed the kiss.
Marie ground her hips up into him. There was no way she was going to let him hesitate...she wanted the animal...that's what her body craved. Not some tame, love making sap.
She needed to be fucked.
Marie continued scratching and roughly pulling at him, but Logan's hesitation grew by the second. He breathlessly sat up and looked into her eyes, "Marie...I can't."
"What?"
Logan sat up and moved from atop her, "I'm sorry, kid...I'll hurt you. I know you say it's what you want, but it'll be bad...for both of us."
Marie grabbed his face and tried to kiss him, "No it won't...it'll be good...so so good..."
He gave her a look of concern, "I don't know what's goin' on with you kid...I don't know why you're lettin' that part of my personality take over your head, but you need to control it. I can smell you...you're practically in heat."
Marie's eyes darkened, "So what? Are you sayin' you're not man enough to give me what I need?"
As soon as she said it, somewhere in her mind, she regretted it...but she couldn't help her anger.
Logan's eyes narrowed, "Get out, kid. It's past your bedtime."
She quickly stood, straightened out her nightgown and stormed out of his room, slamming the door behind her.
No sooner had she returned to her room did Logan snatch open his jeans and reach in, eagerly wrapping his hand around his cock and pumping furiously. It took barely 5 minutes before he grunted shut his eyes tight, whispering, "Marie..." as semen poured over his hand.