Finally, the conclusion.
Thanks to everyone who took the time to read and review. I hope to have an update to "Try Sleeping with a Broken Heart" this week.
Until then..
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Chapter 3
Ororo opened the bathroom door to find her bedroom bathed in candlelight, just as the bathroom had been.
Fresh orchid petals marked a trail leading to her bed, which was also sprinkled in petals.
Soft, sensual music was playing in the background.
And standing by the open balcony doors was Logan, being baptized in the moonlight.
The vision he made caused her to unconsciously lick her lips.
Logan smirked at the look on her face, and purposefully made his way to her.
As he advanced closer, his eyes traveled the length of her body that was draped in a black, silk, floor length gown.
Her generous cleavage nearly spilling out of the top.
Two long slits on each side allowed a glimpse of her creamy cocoa thighs.
Her slender feet adorned with black stiletto heels.
"Did ya enjoy yer bath, baby?" he asked, breathing the words into her neck.
"Yes, I did. Thank you." came her breathy response.
Logan pulled back and took a sip of the sparkling drink in his hand, before offering her a taste.
Their gazes locked as she finished off the remaining beverage. Logan raised his trademark eyebrow when he saw that the glass was empty.
Good. That meant that she had let her guard down.
A low growl emitted from his lips. He leaned down and allowed his long, thick tongue to lap up the remnants of the glass from her sinful lips.
He nipped at her lips with his sharp teeth and then sucked them in his mouth.
He finally pulled his mouth away from hers, to settle on her neck.
Logan placed his large hand on her full hips so she could feel the effect she was having on him.
"Baby, you smell so good and taste even better."
A moan was his only response.
Ororo allowed her head back, letting him feast upon her flesh.
His massive hands were igniting small fires everywhere he touched.
"Logan…" she sighed.
"Shhh…it's alright Ro. I'm gonna take real good care of ya."
Suddenly, he moved away from her, and she felt the loss immediately.
Logan made his way to stand behind her, his hands running soothingly up and down her arms.
"Ya been a naughty little girl, haven't ya Ororo?" Logan crooned into her ear.
His hands had made their way to her breast, kneading them and pinching her rock hard nipples.
He was making it near impossible for her to have a lucid thought.
Logan grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling head to the side and exposing all of her throat.
A menacing growl made it's way to his mouth.
"Haven't ya?" his voice demanding, dangerous…
And downright sexy.
Ororo knew she should not be enjoying his rough treatment of her, but she could not suppress the shiver of excitement and lust that shot through her like lightening.
"Yessss…" she moaned low in her throat.
Logan loosened his grip a bit.
"That's my girl."
Once again his hands left her body.
Ororo started to protest, when she felt a piece of cool silk being placed over her eyes.
Immediate panic began to set in as her body went rigid.
"Logan, what are you doing?" her voice rising in volume.
"It's alright, Ororo. I'm not gonna hurt ya."
"Logan, please do not put that over my eyes." her voice filled with panic.
Logan knew he had to calm her down, or her entire evening would be ruined.
"Shhh…it's alright baby. Listen ta me. Ya aint got nothing at be afraid of. I'm here and I aint leaving ya and I aint about ta let nothing happen ta ya. Now, do ya trust me?"
Ororo was torn.
She trusted Logan with her life, but the thought of being blindfolded terrified her.
Ororo had been severely claustrophobic nearly all of her life. Just the thought of not knowing…
not seeing…
But she told Logan once that she would do anything for him.
And she would.
That she trusted him.
And she did.
Despite her uneasiness with the situation, she breathed in deeply to calm herself, leaving her fate in his hands.
Logan felt her answer rather than heard it. Gently, he placed the silk back over her eyes and tied it securely.
He carefully listened for any signs of distress.
Her heart was beating rapidly, her breath short and quick.
Logan wrapped his arm around her waist, and pulled her against his hard body.
Once again, he nuzzled his face into her hair, hoping the gesture would soothe her.
Let her know that she was safe with him.
Logan took one of her arms and wound it around his neck.
His hand made its way down to the split in her gown, moving his hand underneath the delicate fabric to caress her thigh.
Ororo let out a content sigh at the touch of his rough hands on her silken skin, and allowed her head to rest on his shoulder.
"Ya like that, don't ya Ororo?" he asked as his hand traveled to her inner thigh near her secret place.
Ororo widened her stance in a silent plea for him to keep going.
Logan knew what she was asking for, but her silent signals were not going to work this evening.
No, tonight, she was going to have to ask for it.
"Is there something ya want, darlin?" he asked, his hand moving further away from her treasure.
She whimpered at the loss, but he just kept moving his hand further away.
"Tell me, Ororo. Tell me what you want." he hissed into her ear as he gripped her thigh hard enough to leave bruises.
Ororo groaned in frustration.
She knew what she wanted…what she needed, but could not seem to ask for it.
"I…I cannot. Please…" she implored him.
Logan moved his hand closer again, ghosting over her wet curls, quickly adding pressure to her clit, and just as suddenly moving again.
"Tell me!" Logan demanded. "Tell me, and I'll give ya everything ya want and more."
"I…I want you to touch me. Touch me everywhere, please." she cried out in desperation.
Logan let out a chuckle. "Good girl. Ya like ta be touched, don't ya?" he said as he licked her lobe.
"Yesss…"
Logan's fingers made their way to her center he dipping a thick digit inside.
Her muscles quickly clamped down around his finger, holding it hostage deep inside of her.
A second finger joined the first, slipping in and out at a leisurely pace.
Ororo was so caught up in the movement of his finger, that it took her a moment to realize that there was a set of hands caressing her breast.
Hands that did NOT belong to Logan.
Logan's fingers were quickly forgotten as she attempted to move her body away from the foreign hands.
"Logan, who is that? Who is here?" she asked as she tried to back away from the unknown visitor.
"HE is whoever ya need him ta be. Tha only thing that matters tonight is ya getting what ya want, what I know ya need. Now just relax, baby. We're gonna make ya feel real good."
Ororo shook her head.
"No. No, this is not right. We should not be doing this!" her voice raised in panic.
Logan plunged three fingers into her opening while lightly biting at her neck.
Methodically, he began moving his fingers to the rhythm of the music, finally finding and settling on her sweet spot.
"No, no, no…" became her mantra.
Logan would have stopped right there, but he knew the truth from her scent.
She was getting off on it.
Despite her objections, Ororo could not hold back the guttural moan coming from her lips.
Another set of hands lowered the straps of her gown to expose her lovely breast.
Ororo jumped at the feel of a soft, wet, hot mouth landing on her hard nipples.
Goddess she could not believe what was happening to her.
She wondered briefly if she was dreaming once more. If she was, it was the best dream thus far and she was loathe to awaken anytime soon.
Panic and pleasure, fighting for possession of her body, rose steadily within her.
'I have to stop this', she thought to herself.
But her body…
Her body craved the fulfillment Logan's touch promised. It refused to deny itself of the pleasure being bestowed upon her.
On their own accord, her hands moved to twine into Mystery Man's hair, encouraging him to continue nursing on her.
"Oh…yesss…" Ororo moaned loudly.
Logan could feel her clenching around his fingers and knew she was going to cum soon.
Unfortunately, she would not get that relief just yet.
Abruptly, he removed his fingers from her and placed them in his mouth, tasting her juices.
"Mmm, baby, ya taste so good. Ya gotta taste her man. It ain't like nothing ya ever had before."
Logan effortlessly picked her up into his arms and carried her towards the bed.
Ororo settled her face in his neck, allowing him to take complete control.
Logan laid down on the orchid petals, placing her on top of him with her back pressed against his chest.
His massive hands covered her breast, as she felt the bottom of her gown being lifted to expose her secret place.
Gentle hands parted her thighs and rested them over broad shoulders, just before a foreign tongue tasted her.
Her body automatically lifted itself from the bed at the first touch of his tongue, her obscenely high heels digging into his back.
Ororo was ashamed by her response, but was powerless to control herself.
Her body demanded to be satisfied.
Strong hands grabbed onto her ass to hold her still, while rough hands continued to massage her full breast and tease her sensitive nipples.
Ororo turned her face towards Logan, begging him to kiss her.
Logan grabbed onto her chin as he forced her mouth open to accommodate his tongue.
He heard Ororo gag as his tongue plunged into the back of her throat. Logan eased up, not meaning to cause her discomfort.
Watching her…
Smelling her…
Hearing her…
Feeling her…
Was turning him on beyond belief. He abruptly ended their kiss to look down to observe the stranger feasting heartily between her legs.
Mystery Man was clearly enjoying what he was doing, and from the animalistic sounds rising up out of Ororo's mouth, she was enjoying what he was doing.
Ororo's hands were desperately grasping at Logan's arms, sheets, headboard, anything she could find to anchor herself.
If it was not for the hands holding her down, she would have been soaring above the mansion by now.
Even though she had no other to compare him to, she knew that Logan was truly skilled with his mouth.
However, her Mystery Lover was no lout.
His gentle strokes and caresses, combined with Logan's barely controlled roughness were causing her blood to boil.
Logan could see that his Goddess was getting close. All she needed was to let go.
"Ya want ta cum, don't ya, baby." he growled hotly into her ear.
Ororo's head was thrown back in ecstasy, his words barely registering to her.
"Ro, ya look so fucking hot and sexy right now. That's it baby. Grind yer cunt into his face." he commanded.
Ororo's body reacted instantly to his demand.
She grabbed at the head between her legs and ground herself hard against him.
Mystery Man grunted in response, the vibrations moving her closer to the edge.
"Ahh…ahh…yes…" she wailed in ecstasy.
"Cum fer me baby…show daddy how ya like it…" Logan said, rubbing his hardness against her back trying to get some relief.
Ororo's eyes sprung open, milky white in color behind the blindfold.
Her mouth was opened wide, but she made not a sound.
Her body convulsed out of control from the wild force of her orgasm.
Logan held her and watched as she came apart in his arms.
He thought watching her being pleasured by another would cause some degree of anger and jealousy…
He had never been so wrong in his life.
Watching mystery man feast on her was the most erotic thing he could have imagined.
All Logan wanted to do is turn her over and fuck her right into the mattress.
But tonight was about her, and it wasn't over yet.
Mystery Man removed mouth from her and made his way up her body.
He left soft kisses on her chest, before moving his mouth to cover hers in a light kiss.
Although Ororo did not kiss him back, she allowed his mouth to move against hers, tasting herself on his lips.
"He was right, you do taste good…" mystery man said so soft and low, she almost did not hear him.
Who is he? She thought.
Before she could dwell on it, she felt Logan begin to change their positions.
When Logan was done his maneuvering, Mystery Man was lying flat on the bed with Ororo on her knees straddling him.
Ororo's heart jumped, not knowing where Logan had gone.
She reached out a shaking, questing hand. "Logan?" she called out to him.
He took her small hand in his. "I'm right here, baby." he moved her hand to his face and placed a soft kiss in her palm.
Then he threw something on the chest of Mystery Man.
A condom.
"Put that on, and make sure ya do it right." he warned the other man.
He may be allowing this man to fuck his girl, but no way was he going to let this guy cum inside her.
Ororo was his, and his only.
Logan stood beside the bed, making sure Mystery Man did as told.
Once he was assured the protection was in place, he lifted Ororo up by her hips, moving her to hover over the other man's erection.
Ororo, realizing what he was doing, struggled to move away.
"No. Please switch places with him. I do not wish to be intimate with another." she pleaded.
"Don't worry baby, you'll have me. This is all yers." he said, placing her hand on his rock hard erection.
Ororo continued to shake her head no as Logan once again put her in position.
"Come on baby, do it fer me. I want ta watch ya. You'll like it, I promise." he encouraged her.
Another set of hands grasped her hips, guiding her to settle upon Mystery Man's cock.
Ororo's body tensed at the feel of his foreign member invading her.
"Relax Ororo. This is meant to pleasure ya, not hurt ya."
Ororo had unknowingly tightened her grip on Logan's cock, causing him to grunt and lay his head on her shoulder.
"Shit…." he growled deep in his throat.
Ororo threw her head back and groaned as he slid home.
Never in a million years would he have imagined that she would feel so good…
So warm, wet and throbbing around him.
Slowly, he began to work inside of her, causing her lips to part in ecstasy.
Logan pulled Ororo's head upright and brought her face to his dick.
"Open wide, Ro." Logan commanded as he rubbed the head of his cock against her lips, spreading his pre-cum on them for her to taste.
Ororo's tongue darted out to taste his seed. To her surprise, it was not unpleasant. In fact she desired more.
She had never pleasured Logan orally, but she did not hesitate to welcome him.
Logan's eyes rolled to the back of his head at the first feel of her virgin mouth on him.
He looked down to watch her white head bobbing up and down, taking as much of him in her mouth as she could.
He tangled his hands in her messy tresses.
"Fuck…yeah baby. That's right, suck my dick. Yeah…just like that. Such a good girl…"
Ororo was in ecstasy. Hearing Logan talk to her like that…
Hearing his grunts and groans of satisfaction…
Knowing that it was her who was bringing him to such heights of pleasure…
Mystery Man beginning to pound into her…
Harder, deeper…
Lifting her hips in time with his thrust…
His mouth on her breast…
Logan's dick dislodged from her mouth as she let out an ear splitting scream.
She was cumming again…hard.
"I'm cumming…Oh Godess, yes!" she bellowed.
Hot tears cascaded were down her face as she continually called out to god, Logan and anyone else she could think of.
He could see the other man's face twisted in pain trying to hold back his own orgasm.
Logan had enough. This was it.
With an animalistic cry, he moved behind Ororo and bent her all the way over, with Mystery Man still inside of her.
On instinct, Ororo leaned in and kissed him, parting his willing lips with her tongue.
Passin flared between the two, as their tongues battled for dominance. He allowed Ororo to take control as he tangled his fingers in her hair.
He feasted on her, distracting her from what Logan was doing.
Logan was rubbing himself against her from behind, using her juices to lubricate his cock and her virgin whole.
At the first feel of Logan's manhood poking at her backside, Ororo froze.
Logan felt it, but did not stop.
"Don't tense up. You'll make it hurt more. Relax." he instructed her in a barely controlled voice
"I cannot. Logan, do not do as you plan. It shall hurt."
"Can't or won't baby? Ya know ya want this. Just let me in. If it hurts too much, just tell me and I'll stop. I promise." he tried to assure her.
She hated to admit it, but he was right.
She did want it, every bit of it. Was she going to let her fear deprive her of her ultimate fantasy?
Ororo answered him by bending over more to give him better access.
He palmed her gorgeous ass cheeks in his hand, kneading them as he pushed forward a little more.
Ororo's breathing sped up as she buried her face into the neck of Mystery Man.
Logan pushed forward a little more, causing Ororo to hiss and arch her back in pain.
Logan paused, wanting to give her time to adjust to his invasion before moving any further.
Even in the midst of her discomfort, Ororo was desperate the feel Logan filling her in her forbidden place.
She turned her head as if to look at him.
"Do it, Logan. Do it NOW!" she insisted.
Logan wasted not another moment, complying instantly with her demand.
He plunged deep within her and stilled, not willing to cause her additional pain.
He pulled her up to rest against his chest, desperately trying to soothe her discomfort.
Tears traveled the length of her face, both pleasure and pain flooding her.
"I'm sorry, Ororo." Logan whispered tenderly in her ear.
His hands moved down to fondle her breast as he nuzzled her neck.
Mystery Man began gently moving within her as his thumb landed on her clit and made small circles.
Under their manipulations, it did not take long for pleasure to win out over the dampening pain.
Logan could smell the pain subsiding, so he encourages her to settle on top of Mystery Man as he also began to move within her.
Alternately, both men moved in and out of her, creating agonizing desire to take total control.
Ororo felt completely filled by both men, and secretly wished there was a third man to fill her mouth.
Such a thought would have filled her with shame a few hours ago.
Not now.
There was no turning back for any of them.
Mystery Man's movements were becoming erratic and frantic. He could hold on no longer.
Just as he was about to cum, he pulled out of Ororo, and yanked off the condom.
He got up on his knees facing Ororo, grabbed her head, and shoved himself into her mouth.
Ororo welcomed him into her mouth and began to milk him for everything he had.
He removed himself from her mouth just as he started to cum, spraying his seed on her face and chest.
"Oh fuck…fuck Ro." Mystery Man chocked out, his breathing ragged from exertion.
Since Ororo was now totally oblivious to everything but the feeling of Logan pleasuring her, she missed the voice of her "lover", which would have clued her in to his identity.
Logan gripped her, viciously pounding himself into her at an alarming rate.
He snarled, the veins standing out in his neck with the effort of holding himself back until she came one last time.
Logan swept her veil of hair away from her neck, allowing him easy access for what was to come.
Ororo was delirious as a result of the pounding Logan was giving her.
His massive balls, slapping against her clit, sending tremors throughout her body.
Mystery Man swiftly removed himself from the bed.
Ororo and Wolverine's mutations were unpredictable and they were quickly losing control.
Although he would have loved to stay and watch, he knew better than to extend his stay.
Ororo shed what was left of her decorum as she shouted out in her native.
"Oh Yes, Logan. Fuck me…that's it, right there. Ahhh fuck me…HARDER!"
Hearing her pleading to be fucked did him in. Logan snarled fiercely, as his hot load began to flood her.
He pulled Ororo upright by her hair hard enough to cause pain, and sunk his canines into her flesh.
Ororo shouted out to the heavens as pain and pleasure combined to cause ecstasy so great, it felt a little like dying.
Lightening danced along the walls of the room as energy burst from her eyes, causing the mask to tear away from her face.
Logan continued to bite her until the last of his seed spilled into her body.
The last of Ororo's energy was swept away by her orgasm. She collapsed face down onto the bed, taking Logan with her, both desperate to catch their breath.
Neither one realized that Mystery Man had gathered his clothes and slipped out of the room.
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After what seemed like hours, Logan and Ororo found themselves relaxing in yet another warm bath.
Logan knew Ororo would be sore, so he figured the warm water and some of his tlc would help.
"So darlin, how was it?" he asked sincerely.
Ororo turned in the tub to face him.
"Unexpected." was all she said.
"And…?" he pressed, as he moved her wet hair from her face.
Ororo contemplated her answer for a moment, as she ran her fingers through the hair on his chest.
A small smile crept onto her lips.
" And wonderful. Thank you, Logan." she leaned in to place a sweet kiss on his lips.
"I love ya, Ororo." he whispered as he pulled back to gaze into her beautiful eyes.
"Show me." she said to him, as she drew him into another kiss, this one deeper than the last.
And he did.
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Jean was down in the medlab going over some charts, when a freshly showered Scott walked through the door.
She looked up and gave him a lovely smile.
"Hi sweetie, where were you?" she asked as she made her way over to him.
"I was helping Logan with something. Sorry I took so long." he said as he wrapped his arms around her in a tight hug.
"That was very nice of you to give him a hand."
"It was my pleasure. Ya know, he may not be so bad after all. We actually have something in common."
"Really?" Jean asked, more than a little surprised. "Like what?"
Scott awarded her with one of his winning smiles before scooping her up and sitting her on one of the beds.
He moved his face closer to hers until their lips were barely touching.
"We make dreams come true."
The End.