Victor Creed crouched not far away, frowning as he watches members of the X-Men as well as some students surveying the badly damaged school and repairing what they could. Under any other circumstances, he would be amused… but the reason for his frown was the distinct absence of an enchanting weather goddess. He doesn’t sense her within and definitely doesn’t see her outside. Whoever attacked the mansion must have taken her. But who would take her and why? Normally, the target was Xavier or Wolverine. So caught up in his thoughts, he let his defenses down… only to be startled when the Runt spoke behind him, rising to his feet and facing him defensively.
“They ‘parently came just for Ro.”
“Who? And where were the rest of you?”
“Back off, Bub. She took off t’ defend the rear of the mansion and reinforcements were on the way. By the time they got there, she was taken and the remaining baddies retreated.”
“Why are you telling me this? I expected you to simply start trying to slash me from neck to dick, Runt.”
“She’s carryin’ yer cub, Fluffy.”
“WHAT?!”
“I caught a whiff o’ somethin’ ‘tached t’ her scent just as she flew off. She’s pregnant and doesn’t know it. I tracked her all the way t’ 20 miles west before her scent disappeared. Professor wants t’ formulate a plan… so why don’t you go find her while we formulate a plan, Bub?”
“As much as I hate to say it, I own ya one, Runt.”
With a feral growl, Victor broke into a run in the direction Logan had indicated with two thoughts on his mind: to save his mate and their unborn cub… and to kill anyone in between. Climbing onto his chrome steed, he drove aimlessly, not having any idea where to go… and unable to pick up his mate’s scent. Regret filled his thoughts. She had often begged him to try kinkier things… even invading her small tight ass. It had been tempting but he denied her all her requests for fear of hurting her. She’s so tiny compared to his towering frame. Now he’s kicking himself for denying her anything… her beautiful blue eyes struggling to hide her disappointment. Why she loved a dense lout like him he’ll never know. But if he finds her alive and well, he’ll never allow such an idiotic notion to cloud his mind, giving her anything she asks. Just let her be alive.
The hair on the back of his neck stood up, bringing him out of his thoughts and focusing his attention on a snowstorm. A snowstorm? She’s fighting with all she has. Growling, he turns his bike towards the snowstorm… knowing his mate is in there somewhere. Once close enough, he hides his bike and slides into his predatory stealth mode. Senses alive and alert, he walks through the snow, biting cold winds, lightning, Sabretooth climbed up the outer wall of what seemed to be a fortress. He could see the source of the weather anomalies… but no locks of snowy hair or soft brown skin. Perching on the top of the wall, shivering slightly from the intense cold, he takes in the scene. A small lab… a man watching some sort of readouts… and a small TV screen showing his mate in a small room or box with water randomly coming on and shutting off. The water seems to be at her shoulder level. She’s running out of time. With an angry roar, Sabretooth breaks into a run, barreling through the lab and destroying as much of it as he can. Picking up the man who had been watching the screens, he snarls and shakes him.
“Where is she?!”
“You’re too late! I am nearly complete in harvesting her powers.”
“Nobody can own the powers of a goddess!”
Throwing the man over the edge of the fortress, Sabretooth rips open the only door leading inside. Tilting his head, he silently cheered as he caught her scent. Fear… claustrophobia. Breaking through several walls, he burst into the room containing the bulletproof cell holding his mate. She was barely keeping her head above water.
“Ro, I’m here! Hold on!”
Sabretooth charged the wall furthest away from her, ramming his shoulder into it. It cracked slightly. Moving back, he rams it once more, ignoring the pain and cracking of his bones. It’ll heal. So close… ramming it once more, he shatters the glass. Standing firm as a flood of water rushes out, he catches the weak goddess in his arms, holding her close and thanking all deities that she is still alive. Clutching her against his chest with one arm, he sprints out of the room and back up to the roof. The skies are now clear in a mocking irony. Leaping over the edge, he digs his claws into the side of the fortress to slow down his descent. Once on the ground, he sees Wolverine running up, his claws sheathing as he sees Sabretooth carrying a weak and nude Storm. Pulling his shirt off, Sabretooth covers Storm’s small body and gives her to Wolverine.
“Take her back… make sure she and the child are ok. I’ll clean up here.”
Wolverine looked as if he would argue… only to nod and walk away with Storm, grudgingly admitting this is Tooth’s right for revenge. Sabretooth walked over to the body of the man who had so boldly taken his mate and tortured her, surprised to find him still alive. Picking up the man, he resists the urge to rip him apart… deciding to torture him much worse than he tortured Storm. He can easily hide a prisoner in the deepest depths of his home while keeping his mate unaware of where his rage has disappeared to.
Days later, she had found out that she was not only fine… but pregnant! She had
smiled, ignoring the chastising looks she received when the others found out
Sabretooth is the father. Sabretooth had spent the days torturing the idiot who
tried to steal the powers of Nature from his goddess, wanting to go to her but
unable to. On the fifth day, a note was left on his front door with only two
words: They’re fine. Relief flooded him… followed by a strong need to see his
mate. He showered and took his time grooming himself. Just as he was about to
leave, the sound of a motorcycle rumbling in the distance caught his attention.
Moving near the window, he watches as the Runt boldly rides up… with Ororo
holding him tightly. A pang of jealousy hits him for a moment… before he
remembers how the Runt tends to ride his bike. Hopefully he slowed it down to
relieve the pressure on Ro. Opening the front door, he calmly walks out and
smiles at the sight of his mate dressed in a beautiful yellow sun dress. Yellow
complemented her somehow. Snatching her close, he buries his nose in her hair,
deeply inhaling her fresh scent. Giving a grunt of thanks in Logan’s direction,
he carries his mate inside.
Ororo gasped in delight, motioning to the vibrant green vine surrounding a
sunny bay window. Victor had briefly forgotten about Ororo’s love for plants.
Smiling, he carries her over to the window and sets her down in the sun. She
kneels on the soft seat, facing outward and briefly looking around the
beautiful yard. Strong yet gentle hands pushed the straps of her dress off of
her shoulders… and she could feel the hunger Victor held in check. Kneeling
behind her, his thighs encasing hers, he begins to kiss and nip her shoulders…
earning a happy sigh from his small mate. Looking over her shoulder, she kisses
his jaw softly.
“Victor… you don’t have to be gentle. I’m fine and we don’t need to be gentle
for another two months. I won’t break… now give me your animal and quit holding
back.”
He paused, hesitating, worried about hurting her… only for his solemn vow to
come back to his mind. Never deny her again. Moving his large hands in front of
her, he flicks his claws out, shredding her dress and baring her body to his
predatory gaze. His sharp eyes caught movement outside, hiding a smile in her
hair as he sees it is Logan… and Logan has caught sight of his nude goddess. An
episode of voyeurism in exchange for all his help… a smile price to pay.
Standing, he sheds his clothes and once more kneels behind his goddess,
groaning as he feels her soft yielding flesh against him. His hands part her
knees, exposing more of her to the hidden watcher. A light sniff brought the
scent of her growing arousal to him, hardening his monstrous cock, the hard
flesh pressing against her soft ass. Ororo loves his dangerous side, even
though she knows he would never willingly harm her. One large hand grips both
of her wrists, holding them captive above her head. His other hand opens the
window to the side of Ororo, letting the sounds of the birds and the warmth of
the sun in… as well as letting their sounds out. Pressing his chest against her
back, he forces her ample tits against the window, earning a soft gasp of
surprise. Sliding one leg between hers, he spaces her legs far enough apart to
fit his powerful form in between. Lowering his head, he bites her neck… enough
to let his sharp teeth be felt but not enough to leave more than a bruise.
Ororo’s head tilts back and she lets out an orgasmic scream, the scent of her
orgasm floating on the air. Who would have ever thought proper little miss
Nature would orgasm from a mere bite?
Licking the bite gently, he grins… she is not only in the submissive position
but also the feral mating position. Panting softly, Ororo whimpers at him,
grinding her soaked pussy against his hard cock, smearing her sweet cream along
his unforgiving flesh. Her nails claw at the glass, needing to be impaled on her
mate’s shaft. So many options for giving Logan a show. Letting go of Ororo, and
barely ignoring her whimpers, he stands and leans against the wall. Gripping
her hair firmly but gently, he guides those tantalizing soft lips to his cock.
He knew quite well she could only get his cockhead in… but even that was
heavenly. Watching her lips part, he growls in a low but happy tone as the wet
heat of her mouth ensnares his cockhead. Was Logan enjoying seeing her wild and
dirty side? A side that only Victor gets to see. Ororo hungrily sucks his
cockhead, driving him wild between her tongue, tight mouth, and exploring
fingers teasing his heavy balls. Logan quietly unzips his jeans, knowing Victor
could hear the noise but not Ro. Pulling his painfully hard cock out, he boldly
sits in a chair and strokes his thick meat as he watches the show. He could
never imagine Ro sucking cock… nor naked with her tits pressed against the
glass, ferally begging to be fucked.
“Damn Ro… that mouth of yours could make me a minute man.”
He growled the words at her, reluctantly pulling her sweet mouth off of his
throbbing shaft, shivering as he sees a string of cum connecting his cockhead
to her lips. She boldly licks up the string, grinning as she swallows his
taste. Pressing her tits against the window once more, he kneels behind her and
doesn’t even give her time to prepare, boldly slamming his cock into her tight
pussy with a loud growl. Nearly cumming from her erotic scream, Victor looks
over her head and watches Logan as he thrusts violently into his mate. Her tits
bounce and scrape against the window with each thrust, her nails helplessly
clawing the glass. Her eyes are close in rapture as she makes soft mewls of
pleasure, unaware of the show they were giving. Her soft mewls could be
mistaken for sounds of pain, but he knows his mate’s sounds by heart… knowing
she is enjoying the rough fucking. The fact that she enjoys it rough only stirs
his blood more. Sliding his claws out, he trails them over her stomach and up to
her breasts, holding both of her ample tits in his massive hands, gently digging
his claws into her soft flesh… and being rewarded with a low moan and brief
tightening around his dick. Logan is stroking his cock, biting back a moan as
he cums… sprays of white landing on the ground and on his jeans. Panting
quietly, he slows his stroking… continuing to watch the violent mating as his
cock remains semi-hard. Victor shivers as he sees Logan cumming… his hands
moving to grip the sides of the bay window as he barely holds his own climax
back, his mate tightening around his cock as she climaxes again. This was all
so erotic.
“Ro… gods, Ro… open your eyes and look…”
Ororo found the request odd, but managed to open her eyes… gasping as she sees
Logan watching them… and blushing as she sees Logan’s cum. Despite the slight
embarrassment, she found it oddly erotic. Victor’s hand slid up around her
throat, holding her firmly in place as his thrusts become feral, a low growl
purring into her ear. His other hand slid beneath her thigh, altering her
position so that Logan could definitely see Victor’s cock ramming into her… and
his knot swelling. Blushing, she couldn’t resist giving a small cry as she
climaxes again, panting in heat as she claws helplessly at Victor’s arm,
leaving some temporary wounds. The bloodletting only fueled his desires, his
nostrils flared as he drowns in her scent, drugged by his mate’s smell. Pulling
out of her, he ignores her loud cry of upset. Picking her up easily, he sits
sideways in the bay window, turning Ororo to face him. Impaling her on his cock
in one hard swift thrust, he looks into her beautiful eyes, whispering huskily
to her.
“Welcome me, Ro.”
Ororo smiles, reaching beneath them as he slows his thrusting. She gently
teases his knot, earning a warning growl from her mate. Victor notices Logan
walking to the window and half-grins, deciding to do one last erotic act for
him before he surrenders to his lust. Moving forward, he lays Ororo on her
back, his hands resting on her inner thighs and boldly spreading her for
Logan’s view. One hand nudges Ororo’s face towards Logan’s cock… then grabs
Logan’s head and forces his face down to mere inches away from Ororo’s pussy.
Just as Ororo gently takes Logan’s cock into her mouth, Victor puts pressure on
his knot… growling as his knot finally slides into her heavenly pussy. Ororo
mewls happily around Logan’s cock, hungrily sucking his thick meat. Victor lets
go of Logan’s head, wrapping his arms tightly around Ororo’s silky thighs,
closing his eyes as he repeatedly hilts himself. Logan shivered at the sight of
Victor’s knot sliding into his teammate, only to growl happily as she devours
his dick. Thrusting gently against her face, Logan holds his weight carefully
above Ororo… surprised Victor was willing to let his mate suck his enemy’s
cock. Victor tilted his head back and roared, pressing his entire length
tightly into his mate as he surrendered to his climax, flooding her womb with
his seed, tying with her and shivering as he hears Ororo’s muffled scream as
she climaxes with him. Logan pulls out of Ororo’s mouth, giving a few finals
stroke before giving his own roar. Sprays of sticky white cum land on her
stomach, covering her tits completely, and ending with a slow dribble onto her
lips. All three of them are panting… unsure of what to do now… not having
expected this turn of events.