Somewhere in the Canadian wilderness:
It’s always cold in the winter, but tonight was especially cold it seemed. A harsh, winter wind had been blowing down from the mountain for the entire weekend. A fresh blanket of snow covered most of the ground and trees. If one were searching the earth for beautiful scenery, this forest was quite a sight to behold, but, if one were looking for sport, this was one of the most dangerous places to be.
Mike, Chuck, Earl, and Dan loved it here. It was quiet serene, and, most importantly, secluded. These four men were survival enthusiasts. Nothing excited them more than to put themselves in situations no other man would. They had climbed mountains together, hunted big game on safari together, and, this weekend, they were surviving the wilderness together. Unlike most campers who come prepared with enough supplies to last an entire month, let alone their short weekend trip, these four brought only one small backpack each, packed with only survival essentials, although they were more than happy to accept a case of beer in exchange for helping some confused “city-folk.”
“Pass me another beer,” yelled Chuck aggravated as the two other men sat there watching him make a fire.
“I don’t know if you should be drinking while you’re rubbing those sticks together,” said Mike. “Knowing you, you’re going to put an eye out!” All three men let out a loud, cheerful laugh at this.
“Besides,” said Dan, “you’d have that fire lit by now if you just used the damn matches I brought.”
“Real survivalists don’t use ‘darn’ matches,” Chuck corrected him mockingly, “and where in the heck is Earl?” he asked. “He went to take a piss ten minutes ago. And I thought you two pansies took forever to use the bathroom outdoors,” he joked.
Another ten minutes passed, and Chuck, Dan, and Mike had a few more beers each. They had finally decided it was time to and check on Earl when they heard a loud, pain-filled scream.
“What in the hell was that? Did that sound like Earl to you guys,” asked Mike.
“I don’t know what that was, but, whatever it is, you’d think it was dying,” added Chuck.
The three men began to follow the sound, checking for tracks or signs of a struggle as they went. After they had traveled almost half a mile, fear began to set in. There had been no sign of their friend Earl, but there had been plenty of signs of a struggle. Small trees had been broken, branches and other debris covered the forest floor, but the most frightening thing was the small trail of blood that followed a giant set of tracks. The men knew that they were out here alone, but they didn’t want to admit to themselves that the blood, as well as the scream, was probably Earl’s. “What in the fuck are we doing out here guys,” whispered Dan.
“We’re looking for our friend,” Chuck whispered back. “Now shut up and keep your eyes…” Chuck said before seeing the most grotesque sight he had ever beheld.
The body that they assumed was Earl’s was hanging upside down from a low branch on a large tree. It was covered in blood and what appeared to be saliva. It also looked like large amounts of flesh had literally been eaten off of the body. The three men quickly turned to run, but it was far too late. The pain-filled screams of the men were like a whisper in the cold winter breeze, but the tale they told of their grotesque fate fell on the deaf ears of the Canadian wilderness.
Xavier’s Mansion:
The mutant called Logan had been awake for the past several hours. Even the X-men that were considered morning people weren’t awake at this early hour. Logan, on the other hand, loved this time of the morning. The sun was just about to rise, and no one was awake. If anything, this time in the morning gave him some time of peace and clarity, two things he never took for granted in his hectic life as an X-man. He needed these moments now more than ever. Ever since Colossus, back from the dead like many an X-man, and Shadowcat had rekindled their relationship, there had been a constant smell of arousal throughout the mansion. That, in combination with the sounds of passionate sex he could hear coming from the room they now shared, made it difficult for the mutant with heightened sense to concentrate.
After his three hour long morning training session, Logan decided it was time for a shower. The hot water would feel good on his aching, but already healing muscles. Sadly, it was not to be. Just as he had turned the water on, he heard Rogue yelling for him from the mansion lobby. It was moments like these that made Logan wish he didn’t have his heightened sense.
“Damn X-men know I can hear them anywhere in the mansion,” he cursed under his breath as he left his room. He didn’t even bother to put his clothes back on; hoping the sight of him in his boxers would let Rogue know he was not in the mood to be bothered. Once he entered the hallway, he wished he had put them back on. He had caught the scent of someone foreign. Before walking to the lobby, he focused his hearing, trying to pick up a voice that didn’t belong. It didn’t take long for Logan to realize he had an unwanted visitor.
“What in the hell do you want She-Hulk,” he yelled even before he had come into her line of sight.
“Well aren’t you in a mood this morning,” Jen Walters joked. “Can’t an old friend just come to visit?”
“Well, we aren’t old friends, and even old friends don’t come visit me wearing a S.H.I.E.L.D. uniform wanting me to do their dirty work for them. What does S.H.I.E.L.D. want this time,” Wolverine asked defensively. Things had not gone so well the last time they had teamed up. He had to deal with a wendigo, and she had thrown herself at him. He had to admit to himself that she was damn attractive, especially as She-Hulk, but he wasn’t going to have anything to do with her when she had been sleeping with practically any superhero that would give her the time of day.
“Look Wolverine, I’m not going to lie to you. There was a report of four missing campers in the Canadian wilderness. One of their bodies was recovered over the weekend, and it looked like he had been devoured,” she explained. “We think it was…”
“A wendigo,” Logan interrupted, a grave look coming over his face at the thought of the horrors those men had probably faced “What does that have to do with me?”
“S.H.I.E.L.D. wants your help dealing with this situation,” She-Hulk said. “It takes a lot to defeat a Wendigo. You remember what happened last time S.H.I.E.L.D went up against one of these don’t you?” She thought she saw a smirk on his face at this mention of the past. She still couldn’t believe the little bastard had turned her down, but she had to admit that, after seeing him in action against the Wendigo, there was something damn sexy about the most dangerous man on the planet.
“Yea, I remember,” joked Logan. “You damn near got yourself killed. What makes you think I want to watch you get your ass handed to you again?” Logan smiled a smug smile as he said this. He knew he wasn’t going to stand idly by as the Wendigo murdered innocent people, and he wasn’t going to let S.H.I.E.L.D. send her off to die either, but he was going to make her personally ask for his help, maybe even make her beg.
“That won’t happen if you’re there to help me,” she almost pleaded. She knew what he wanted to hear, and, oddly enough, she found herself ready to give him the satisfaction. “Look Wolverine, I’m asking…” she paused, gathering the will to humble herself to this man she stood more than a foot taller than, “will you please help me? I…need your help.”
Logan had to hold back a laugh at this 6’7 woman pleading for his help. “Since you asked nicely,” he joked. “I guess I can give you a hand, but you tell S.H.I.E.L.D. it is going to cost them!”
“I’m sure we can arrange something,” She-Hulk said, the dirty little thoughts of how she wanted to repay him roaming through her mind. “I’m sure we can think of something,” she muttered under her breath as she watched him turn and walk back up the stairs to get dressed, admiring his ass and remembering how his tight uniform showed off his muscular frame. She couldn’t help but get slightly aroused at the thought of it.
A few moments later, she was disappointed to see him come down in a winter camouflage outfit. Still, he managed to make even it look sexy. She made sure to get another look up and down his body as he climbed into the S.H.I.E.L.D. flying car she had parked outside.
“This is going to be a fun weekend,” she thought to herself before taking off and launching the car toward the dangerous Canadian wilderness.
Somewhere in the Canadian Wilderness:
The snow had been falling in heavy amounts ever since they had crossed over into Canada. A storm had come in since the report of the missing campers came in, which, sadly, was a good thing. Storms meant no search parties. No search parties mean no more innocent people for the beast to consume. It also meant no one to get in the way of what Wolverine knew he was going to have to do.
The entire ride to their destination was silent. Wolverine had not said a single word to her. She thought he would at least try and be friendly, but it seemed like he had no intention of being friendly.
“Maybe he really doesn’t want anything to do with me,” she said to herself as she unpacked supplies from the flying car. Wolverine had gone off in search of tracks and promised to return with firewood if he didn’t find any. That had been an hour ago. “Maybe he’s just running off and trying to kill the Wendigo, so he can go home and bang one of those X-chicks,” she said out loud as she dropped the box of food to the ground.
“I’m not banging any of the ‘X-chicks’ for your information,” came his gruff voice through the trees. “Besides, why in the hell would I actually want to be out here hunting a man possessed by a cannibalistic spirit? I don’t know about you, but that isn’t my idea of fun.” He could sense the embarrassment in her. Her body temperature had risen, her heart was beating a bit faster, and her cheeks showed the slightest shade of run underneath her green skin.
“I didn’t mean it like that,” she stammered, trying to apologize for her insult. “I just meant that…maybe, you were in a rush to get home. That’s all.”
He knew that was what she meant. He was in a bad mood because he was spending his first weekend away from the X-men in months in the environment he loved the most, but he had to hunt down a Wendigo. And he had to admit, while watching her bend over to retrieve more supplies from the trunk, that the company was easy on the eyes to say the least. He knew she wanted him. He had smelt the arousal on her the entire ride here. Trying to guess her dirty fantasies about him only increased his own arousal, and that was his real problem with her. It is difficult to be in combat alongside someone you are attracted or attached to. You lose concentration, let your guard down, and that is when people die.
Right as he thought that, he realized he had let his guard down. They were no longer alone, and he knew it.
“Son of a bitch,” he thought, “I can’t believe I let the bastard sneak up on us while I was staring at a big green ass.” He couldn’t quite locate the beast, but he knew it was circling them. He could smell the blood on its breath, hear the thuds of its massive, clawed feet against the ground, but he just couldn’t see the damn thing through the falling snow. When he finally located the creature, it was too late.
“Look out,” he cried at She-Hulk, but her reaction was too slow. The beast was upon her. It slammed her against the car, punching and slicing away at her as it had her pinned. She couldn’t see or hear anything except for the beast and the wild cries it unleashed as it dug into her flesh. She wanted to cry out for Wolverine, but she couldn’t. She couldn’t find her voice for some reason.
Suddenly, she heard the beast cry out in what sounded like intense agony and reared back. She caught a glimpse of a figure move with a quickness she recognized. Wolverine had begun his attack.
She watched in amazement as Wolverine and the beast exchanged blow after blow, Wolverine’s body healing almost every wound before the Wendigo could inflict another. She had never realized how amazing it was to see Wolverine in action. His every motion was fluid to conserve energy, but precise to inflict the maximum amount of damage. She watched as he lunged a set of claws into the beast’s chest, ducked another shot from the creature, and then slid behind the beast to continue his attack. When he moved it almost looked like he was floating.
But the beast was no slouch. Enraged from the pain it quickly turned on Wolverine and lunged at him. This time it managed to grab hold of one of his legs, which it used to throw him through the air and into a large tree.
“WOLVERINE,” She-Hulk screamed as she pushed herself up and lunged at the beast. Having healed from her earlier wounds, she was ready for a shot at the monster. She threw a violent left hook into the gut of the monster, causing it to growl in pain and double over. She followed that with a decisive uppercut from her right hand that sent the monster flying through the air and into the flying car she had been rummaging through just moments ago.
“Are you alright,” she asked as she raced over to where Wolverine was standing up.
“I’m fine genius,” he said back. “I heal faster than you. Did you put it down for…”
His last words were cut off by She-Hulks screams as the Wendigo slammed the flying car down on top of her. The beast then used the car to hit Wolverine aside before it continued to slam the car down on She-Hulk’s back repeatedly.
“Damn woman. I told you I’d watch your ass get handed to you,” Wolverine shouted as he lunged at the beast. She-Hulk couldn’t feel a thing. She couldn’t move, and she remembered hearing a loud crack after the fourth time the beast had smashed the car against her. She had to lie there and stare at the snow as the sounds of battle continued behind her. She could hear the sounds of flesh being ripped, the howls of the fighters, but then there was only silence. After what seemed like hours, she heard a familiar voice.
“Are you alright,” he asked.
“It feels like that damn thing broke my back when it destroyed our ride home, but I’m healing up. I can feel it,” replied She-Hulk.
“Well that’s good because I don’t think I could carry your big green ass home,” said Wolverine, laughing loudly when he finished his comment.
“My ass isn’t that big,” she shouted back defensively. “In fact, it’s quite nice if I do say so myself.” She finally felt the feeling coming back into her body. Rolling over to face her savior, she let out a gasp. Wolverine was sitting next to her completely naked. It didn’t take long before he noticed she was staring.
“I blew the car up in its face, but the damn explosion took my clothes with it,” he growled at her. “You got a problem, or are you just staring for your health?”
“I’m staring because I like what I see,” she replied softly. She couldn’t help herself. This man was the sexiest thing she had ever seen. Every inch of his body was rippled muscle. It didn’t look like there was an ounce of fat on the man. She could feel herself begin to become wet, as she looked his body up and down. “You know Wolverine, my offer from our last adventure still stands,” she said as she felt her arousal growing.
“Oh, does it now,” he replied mockingly. “I couldn’t tell seeing as how I can smell the arousal on you. Hell, I can hear your damn heart racing.” Logan couldn’t help but be aroused himself. He loved a woman that could handle herself in a fight, and She-Hulk definitely could.
“If you know I want it, why didn’t you give it to me the first time,” she asked as she began to run a hand up and down his thigh, surprised that he didn’t push her away.
“I didn’t give it to you because you were in a bad state at the time. You were desperate for any attention you could get, and I wasn’t going to take advantage of you.”
“I’m not desperate now,” she replied as she moved closer to him, her hand now sliding up and down his arm softly. It was then that she saw him in his full glory. His semi-erect cock was resting against thigh, already long and thick. His heavy balls hung low, and his pubic region was just as hairy as the rest of him. Without asking, she slid her other hand up his inner thigh until she touched his cock. When he didn’t push her away, she wrapped her hand softly around the hot flesh and began to jerk it up and down slowly from tip to base and back again. She stared in amazement as it continued to grow harder, longer, and thicker. It was the most beautiful cock she had ever seen, and she decided that she had to have it. She looked at him lustily, gazing into his eyes and looking for his approval. When he didn’t push her away or growl at her, she knew he wanted her to continue.
She didn’t hesitate after that. She instantly moved in front of him and pushed his legs apart for her to get in between them. She crawled forward on her hands and knees until his cock was right in front of her face. “My God,” she thought, “it has to be over 12” long, and it’s soooo thick.” She took his throbbing cock in both of her hands and began to jerk it up and down with more desire than before.
“Mmmmmm,” moaned Wolverine softly as she worked his cock. “Is that all you want to do with it now that I’m going to give it to you,” he asked sarcastically, knowing she would do anything he wanted.
“Oh no Wolverine,” she replied in a low, sexy tone, “I’m going to do so much more than this,” she whispered before lowering her head and sliding the tip of is cock between her lips. Even the tip was ridiculously thick, but she took it in her mouth completely, swirling her tongue around it, flicking at his hole before sliding her mouth down over part of his shaft. She moaned against his cock as her tongue snaked down the underside of the shaft, causing Wolverine to moan in pleasure. She kept taking more and more of his cock into her mouth when she felt the tip hit the back of her throat. She paused for a second to loosen her muscles, and then moaned loudly against him as she let him enter her throat.
“Mmmmmm yea She-Hulk, that feels good,” he whispered to her in his gruff voice. She felt herself become even wetter at his words. She was so aroused that she wanted him to cum for her. She needed him to cum for her. She needed to taste it, feel it splash against her face and tits, and she needed it now. She doubled her effort on his monster cock. What she could not suck, she jerked with her hand, matching the rhythm of her mouth, so it would fee like his entire cock was being sucked, while her other hand played with his heavy balls. She rubbed them softly as she bobbed her head up and down furiously, moaning loudly against his cock at every sign of pleasure he gave her. He now had his hands on her head, sliding one along her cheek softly before running them through her hair and resting them on her head.
“Ohhhhh shit. Mmmm I can feel it. I’m about to cum,” he whispered to her in that voice she found so sexy. At these words she pulled her mouth off of his cock and jerked him off furiously with one hand, while the other ripped her clothes off as easily as a normal person would tear a piece of paper.
“Cum all over me,” she demanded. She began to jerk him off with both hands as they both moaned in pleasure.
Suddenly Wolverine cried out, “I’m cumming.” He let out a loud howl that sounded almost more animal than man as thick streams of cum began to erupt from his cock. Stream after stream landed on She-Hulks face and large tits before she plunged her mouth back down onto as much of his mammoth cock she could take. She moaned against him as she felt stream after stream of cum hit the back of her throat. She had to swallow as fast as she could to keep up with it. She couldn’t believe how much cum this man had. When it finally slowed down, she pushed up on his balls to push the last drops of cum into her awaiting mouth.
“Mmmm,” Wolverine moaned softly, “that was good.”
“Only good,” she mock pouted. “I know of something even better if you’re up for it,” she joked.
“Of course I am darling. Everything heals fast on me.” He nodded toward his still erect cock with a smile on his face.
“I need it Wolverine,” she panted. “I’ve already tasted your delicious cock, now I need you to fill me up with it.” She positioned herself on all fours in front of him, her enlarged breasts swaying as she rocked back and forth slightly, her nipples hard from the winter cold.
“Well, first off, you can call me Logan,” he said as he positioned himself behind her, placing the tip of his cock at the entrance to her dripping wet pussy. “Secondly, I’ve never denied a pretty woman what she needs.” After saying this he pushed forward, entering her pussy with just the tip of his large cock. Even the tip was enough to make her feel stretched, to make her moan in pleasure.
“Oh God, Logan,” she cried out, “It feels so big. Come on baby. Ram it into me. I can take it,” she begged.
At that, Logan plowed forward, forcing the entire length of his 14” cock inside of her hot, tight, wet pussy. She cried out in a mix of pleasure and pain as he paused to let her adjust. When she was ready, she began to rock back and forth on his cock, encouraging him to fuck her. That was all the encouragement he needed. He pulled out until only the tip was left inside of her stretched pussy and then slammed back in roughly. With each thrust, she cried out in pleasure. She had never felt so full or stretched in her entire sexual life. He thrust forward like a man possessed, one hand gripping her side as the other smacked her ass harshly. He couldn’t help but be turned on as he watched that gorgeous, green ass bounce from his fucking.
“Oh yes Logan. Yes, fuck me,” she cried out as he continued to fuck her like a wild animal. After what felt like hours of the most amazing sex she had ever had, she could feel her climax building. Almost as if he had sensed this himself, he reached around her and began to massage her clit gently. This was all she needed. She felt the waves of pleasure overcome her as her orgasm hit her more intensely than any other orgasm she had ever experienced. She cried out in pure pleasure as wave after wave of orgasm went through her entire body. Just when she thought the pleasure could get no better, she heard Logan unleash another howl as he began to shoot another load of cum deep inside of her. This pushed her completely over the edge as his continued thrusting and cumming gave her orgasm after orgasm. When the pleasure finally subsided, she fell to the ground in a lump of pleasured flesh. She felt Logan pull out of her, and she felt so empty. She didn’t know if she’d ever be able to have sex with anyone but him.
She turned to face him only to find his cock still rock solid in front of her face.
“Oh my, such stamina,” she teased. “Whatever are we going to do about that? I know, how about this,” she asked as she wrapped her enormous tits around his cock. She loved the feel of a cock in between her tits, especially one as huge as Logan’s. It was so big she could take part of it in her mouth as she moved her tits up and down his cock.
“Oh Logan, I just love your cock,” she moaned in pleasure. “I love it in my mouth, my pussy, between my tits, and I want your cum there too,” she pleaded with him as she slid her tits up and down the full length of his cock. She couldn’t believe how much she loved it. She moaned in pleasure when he reached down and took her breasts in his rough hands. He squeezed them tightly against his cock as he continued to thrust between them, his teasing her nipples. She loved to have her nipples played with. She could even cum from it if the person playing with them knew what they were doing, and Logan knew what he was doing. He played with them with a perfect mix of gentle roughness, rolling them with his thumb as he thrust his cock between her cum-coated breasts.
She moaned against the tip as she began to play with her clit, massaging it with a sexual ferocity she had never experienced. She wanted to cum with Logan. She needed to. She reached under with her other hand and began to play with his balls, rubbing them softly, pushing them up toward his body in an attempt to make him cum as soon as possible to fulfill her sexual desire. Every passing minute felt like heaven to what had become purely sexual beings.
“Oh Logan, cum for me please,” she begged.
This was enough to send him over the edge. He began to shoot shot after shot of thick cum all over her face and tits. She didn’t suck him dry this time. She let him thrust into her tits as her own orgasm hit her. She moaned loudly, her pleasure and the pleasure she took from this sexual beast cumming all over her giving her an intense orgasm. When Logan had finished shooting the largest load she had ever seen or experienced, she began to lick his cock up and down, cleaning it of any juices left on it or in his balls. She was amazed at how hard he still was.
“My God Logan, you really could go all night couldn’t you,” she asked.
“All night would just be the start of it darling,” he replied.
“I am spent. That was the most amazing sex I’ve ever had. Maybe we can wait another day before we call for a ride from S.H.I.E.L.D.,” she suggested. “It would give you another chance to show me that you are the best at what you do, and that it is oh so very nice.” She flashed a very sexy smile at him with this remark, hoping he wouldn’t refuse her. She knew that no man would ever be able to satisfy her in the way he had.
“Well, I always have enjoyed a good camping trip,” he replied back with a smile. With those words, they laid down for the evening, her snuggled up beside him as they slept. As much as Logan didn’t care, she was thankful the supplies had survived the battle. Logan was a man of the wilderness, and she could appreciate that, but it would have been uncomfortable for them to lie together on the forest floor and more out of necessity than desire. She liked knowing that he actually did enjoy what they had shared, and that he enjoyed her as a person as well, not just a sexual object, although she had to admit, after the weekend was over, and they had returned to civilization, that being a purely sexual being with him all weekend was the greatest experience of her storied life. She just knew she had to take him camping again, and it had to be as soon as possible.
The End.