In the heart of Krakoa, Pixie, a petite Welsh girl with pink hair, delicate wings, and freckles scattered across her pale skin, had her eager eyes on one or their newest arrivals: young Nathan Summers.
Megan Gwynn, or Pixie as she was known, had always found Nathan Summers, aka Cable, incredibly lush. His muscular physique, chiseled jawline, and piercing eyes were a sight to behold. He was a soldier from the future, but this new version was so young and arrogant and attractive. She admired his strength and resilience, and the thought of him losing control around her was an alluring fantasy she couldn't shake off.
Pixie approached Cable, her heart pounding in her chest. She ran her fingers along his arm, feeling the ripple of his muscles under her touch. He turned to look at her, a smirk playing on his lips. "What do you want, Pixie?" he asked, his voice deep and commanding.
"I want you, Cable," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.
Cable chuckled, a low rumble that sent a shiver down Pixie's spine. "Is that so?" he asked, pulling her closer. "Well, let's see what I can do about that."
With that, he bent her over the table, her pink hair cascading down. She giggled, the sound echoing through the room. He undid her belt and pulled down her pants, revealing her lace panties. He ran his fingers over the delicate fabric, causing Pixie to gasp.
"You're so wet," he murmured, his breath hot against her ear. He pulled down her panties, revealing her glistening pussy. He spanked her, the sound echoing through the room. Pixie gasped, the sting sending a jolt of pleasure through her.
Cable lowered himself, his tongue darting out to lick her asshole. Pixie gasped, her hands clenching the table. He continued to lick and suck, his tongue exploring every inch of her. Pixie moaned, her body shaking with pleasure.
He then moved to her pussy, his tongue flicking against her clit. Pixie cried out, her body arching. He continued to lick and suck, his fingers slipping inside her. Pixie moaned, her body trembling.
Cable then stood up, his dick hard against her. He entered her from behind, one hand on her back holding her over the table, the other in her pink hair, pulling hard. Pixie gasped, the pleasure intense. He moved in and out of her, his thrusts deep and powerful. Pixie moaned, her body shaking with pleasure.
Cable's movements became more erratic, his breaths coming out in harsh pants. He pulled out, his dick glistening with Pixie's juices. He came, his cum landing on her ass. Pixie moaned, the sight of him losing control pushing her over the edge. She came, her body shaking with pleasure.
Cable pulled Pixie up, turning her around to face him. He kissed her, his tongue exploring her mouth. Pixie wrapped her arms around his neck, her body still trembling. "That was... amazing," she whispered, her cheeks flushed.
Cable chuckled, his eyes filled with satisfaction. "I aim to please," he replied, his voice filled with amusement.
Pixie smiled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "When's round two?" she replied, her voice filled with confidence. Cable laughed, pulling her close for another kiss.