Raven Darkholme always knew he'd catch up to her eventually. Her crimson hair drifted in the breeze behind her while the oppressive sun glared down at her deep blue skin. And the little man stalked across the hot sand towards her.

"Are you here to kill me, Logan?" It didn't sound like a question when she said it. With a roar, Wolverine leapt towards her with incredible speed, claws outstretched. Raven braced herself.

When she opened her eyes, she saw his metal claws embedded in the wooden wall right beside her head. So close she could have reached out with her tongue and tasted them. Logan's face was right by hers, twisted with righteous fury, teeth gritted and snarling. His weathered features were so close she could see every line of them. The smell of sweat and booze was unmistakable. He didn't speak, simply breathing in then out over and over like an animal panting with anticipation.

"I thought so," Mystique smiled. Her hand reached up to touch his cheek and he tensed as she did so. Slowly his claws retracted. "Let's put that rage to better use," she whispered. Then she kissed him.

For a moment he was still as her blood red lips worked on his. Then, with a sudden growl, he grabbed her thighs and lifted her off the ground. Raven threw her head back laughing as he buried his face in her neck, and carried her inside the old, wooden shack.

Raven wondered if he'd search for the bedroom or just use the floor. Neither, it turned out, as his animal instincts led him to slam her up against the wall. His hands were pawing at her clothes, desperate to get to the smooth blue skin beneath. She gasped with excitement as he tore her shirt open and bit down on her lip to stifle a moan as he roughly palmed her firm breasts.

Logan's hands moved lower, fumbling with the zipper of her pants. She could feel his erection pressing against her leg as he struggled to free himself from his own jeans. With a final, frustrated growl, he kicked them off and kicked them aside.

Mystique reached down and stroked his hard dick, feeling its length and girth with her fingers. He groaned and closed his eyes, savoring the feeling of her touch. Then he grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand away.

"No more teasing," he growled.

He pushed her pants down and she stepped out of them, now completely naked except for her high heels. He grabbed her by the hips and lifted her up, pressing her back against the wall. She wrapped her legs around his waist and felt his dick pressing against her wet pussy.

With one swift motion, he thrust himself inside her. She cried out in pleasure as he filled her up, his dick hitting every inch of her pussy. He started fucking her hard and fast, slamming her against the wall with each thrust.

Raven felt him run his fingers through her hair and pull her head back, exposing his neck. He leaned in and bit down, hard. She cried out and he fucked her even harder, his dick throbbing inside her.

They were both covered in sweat now, their bodies slick with it. Her pussy tightened around his dick, and she could feel him throbbing inside her. She moaned, her body begging for more.

Logan pulled out of her, and she whimpered at the loss. He spun her around and bent her over the nearby table. He smacked her ass, hard, and she cried out, her pussy clenching at the sensation. He rubbed her ass, soothing the sting, and then he was inside her again, his dick filling her up.

He started fucking her again, his hips slamming against her ass. She could feel his claws digging into her hips, holding her in place. She moaned, her body on fire. She could feel her orgasm building, her body tensing. He reached around and started rubbing her clit, his fingers moving in time with his thrusts.

Suddenly, she came. Her pussy clenched around his dick and she screamed out in pleasure. She came hard, her body convulsing around his dick. He kept fucking her, riding out her orgasm until she was spent. He pulled out of her and she turned around, her body still shaking from her orgasm.

He pulled her to him, his lips crashing down on hers. She could taste herself on his lips, and it turned her on even more. He picked her up and carried her to the bedroom, his lips never leaving hers.

He laid her down on the bed, his body covering hers. He started kissing her neck, his lips moving down to her breasts. He took one nipple into his mouth, sucking on it hard. She moaned, her body arching up to meet his. He moved to the other nipple, giving it the same treatment.

He moved down her body, spread her legs wide and buried his face in her pussy. His rugged stubble grazed her inner thighs as he started licking her clit, his tongue moving in slow, deliberate circles. She moaned, her body writhing under him, her blue skin glistening with sweat.

He slid two fingers inside her, his fingers moving in and out of her pussy, each thrust echoing in the silent room. She gasped, her breath hitching as he curled his fingers, hitting that sweet spot that made her see stars. He kept his pace, his fingers thrusting in and out of her, his tongue flicking her clit in a rhythm that was driving her wild.

She was close, her body tense, her breaths coming out in short gasps. She was on the brink of cumming, her body trembling with pleasure. But just as she was about to cum, he pulled back, leaving her panting and wanting. He flipped her over, pulling her up onto her hands and knees.

She moaned, her hands gripping the sheets as he fucked her from behind. She could feel his dick hitting her G-spot with each thrust, sending waves of pleasure through her body. He kept his pace, his thrusts getting harder and faster as he approached his climax.

He groaned, his grip on her hips tightening as he came inside her. She could feel his dick twitching inside her, his cum filling her up. He stayed inside her for a moment, his breaths coming out in ragged gasps. She ground herself against him to generate some friction and trigger her own release. He helped her with a harsh yank of her hair. Still on all fours, her crimson locks clenched in Wolverine's fist, Mystique orgasmed one last time.

They collapsed on the bed, their bodies entwined, their breaths slowly returning to normal. "Now didn't that feel better?" She teased with a cruel smirk. He snarled and his hand flew to her throat. She let out a choked laugh. "Still so angry. Do we need to keep going?"

He leaned in, his hot breath on her face as slowly his snarl turned to a grin. "Yes."