Kurt bamfed into the organic church, landing gently as he dropped half an inch onto the smooth floor. He could feel the heat of the Krakoan sun beating down on him and he closed his eyes, lifting his head to the sky, a soft smile crossing his face. He padded through the empty vastness of the hall, the strange material feeling cool against his feet.

The clicking of heels disturbed the peace. Kurt turned, teleporting away as an instinct, balancing himself on one of the two-pronged spires that jutted upwards. He looked down at Illyana, who was chuckling as she stared up at him, falling through the floor and landing at his side, sitting and letting her legs dangle into the emptiness.

"I didn't know anyone else could come here." He looked at the girl in black, wondering how she had been shown this place of his solitude.

"About a month ago, I was wandering through the island, then it seemed to shimmer into existence in front of me. I stepped to it and since then I've been back and forth. Especially since that incident on Genosha, I took time away from the rest of them."

Kurt dropped to the floor again, bamfing twice and trailing the distinctive smell of sulphur through the air. Illyana followed, dropping through a Stepping Disk before they started walking. "Why? You didn't have control. The staff woke up the Darkchylde and you lost yourself. There's nothing to be ashamed about."

She spun around quickly, making Kurt stop in his stride. "I'm not ashamed. I just don't like the way they look at me. They don't understand why I change. Most of them don't see me."

"I see you, Yana."

"And I see you too, Kurt." Her hand had wandered to his waist and she kissed him, his fur feeling soft against her skin as their lips touched. He leant into it, following Illyana's lead, his tail brushing against her arm and wrapping around it as he placed a hand on the small of her back, feeling the hard muscle tense to his touch.

"Yana, why are you doing this?"

"I meant what I said on Genosha. I want you. We're both products of Hell, so let's indulge in a bit of sin." Yana threw Kurt through a Stepping Disk, letting him catch a glimpse of the fire-filled dimension of Limbo before he fell onto Yana's floor, his head an inch away from splitting as he fell past the table, bamfing three feet away onto the thick carpet, rolling as Illyana stepped into the room. "Sorry about that, Kurt."

She looked different, her skin even paler than before. Small horns were poking out from beneath the straight blonde hair. Her armour had become thicker and had also shrunk, exposing more of her strong thighs and showing Kurt her lean core and ample cleavage, which pulsed in an almost hypnotic rhythm as she breathed.

"I wanted to get us here quicker."

"Fine. Just warn me next time." He gave her a grin, baring his fangs at her. Illyana swept towards him and wrapped her strong arms around his body, pressing herself against him. They kissed again, a shorter, faster kiss before Kurt asked her, "Do you want to do this?"

"Obviously." Her hand had trailed to his hip, sliding just under his grey t-shirt as he pulled it off, showing his lean muscles even beneath the fur. Yana undid her armour and dropped it to the floor and Kurt stared at her breasts, enamoured by their size and their shape. Yana saw his reaction and said coyly, "You might want to sit down."

Kurt complied, removing his shorts as he sat on the sofa. Yana joined him, laying against him as she pulled her boots off, dropping them over the side of the sofa before she snuggled against Kurt, her turquoise eyes locking onto his deep yellow as he placed his hand against her hips and slid her shorts and her thin black panties down, letting her kick them off as her own hands hooked under his boxers, pulling his cock free and watching it spring to attention.

It was hairless. The only truly hairless part of himself. It was pale and tall, standing out from the fine black-blue fur. His eyes widened as she wrapped her hand around his cock, pumping at it slowly, Yana watching him as pleasure built up in his core. His hands ran through her hair, the softness and the scent of it arousing. They kissed again, slowly, his hands moving to her breasts, large thumbs rubbing at her nipples. She sped up her rhythm and he breathed deep, steadying himself.

He tensed as she slid her lips over his cock, bobbing up and down, her nose brushing against the velvet fur as she pushed herself down all of his length. Her tongue was flat against him and she tasted the slight saltiness of his cock, letting it sit in her mouth as her tongue worked at his head, which pulsed with pleasure at the act. She released him from her throat, dribbling a little but wiping it away swiftly. She was ready for him, standing up and straddling him in his lap, his hands tracing down her abs and down to her wet pussy as Illyana spread her legs. She was freshly shaved and she closed her eyes as he slid a finger into her, curling upwards and making her gasp. His fingers were longer and thicker at the tip, so as he slid a second one inside her, she gasped, an alien and yet deeply pleasurable feeling as he pressed against her g-spot.

She came far quicker than she expected, a noise not unlike a grunt escaping her pursed lips as her entire body tensed with pleasure. She turned, feeling his hands cradling her face, turning her towards him for a kiss. She stood, leaning down so they wouldn't break contact, before kneeling on the sofa and sliding onto his cock. In response, his hands dropped to her hips, supporting her body as she fucked him with an unrelenting pace. Her hands squeezed his shoulders, pushing down on him so she could push herself down.

Kurt felt the pressure building just behind his hip and he didn't want her to stop. "Keep going," he gasped and she ramped up her speed, making him open his mouth soundlessly with every motion of her hips, his grip on her waist tightening instinctively as his orgasm peaked, holding her on top of him as he spurted warm cum inside her, wrapping his arms around her and lifting her as he stood, both of them in a haze of sex and passion and raging emotions, holding each other tight as they could as if there was no-one else in the world but these two children of Hell.