By Nikki
Leaning against the wooden frame Ororo watched serenely from the roof top entrance of the Xavier Institute. A glorious sunset filled her vision, rays of golden liquid bathed her face and trickled slowly over the surrounding acres. Revelling in the beauty of nature Ororo shed her flimsy negligee and stretched out basking within natures wonder. With hardly a conscious thought a summoned breeze sprang up around her, catching out her hair making it swirl outwards. Gradually growing in strength the breeze lifted Ororo upwards. Gently rising, Storm closed her eyes and at one with nature let the wind carry her outwards.
Coming to a halt above the forest near the estate Storm opened her eyes. Above her shone the silvery full moon, its light turning the countryside into pale shadows of its daylight glory. Suddenly realising how long she had been out here communing with nature Storm began to summon her powers in order to return. As she passed over the trees an errant whisper carried on the breeze gave her reason to pause. Down below she noticed a figure sitting out in a clearing. Intrigued Storm carefully landed nearby and slowly approached. Closer now the figure was revealed to be a young woman, she was sitting, eyes closed. Her long midnight coloured hair hung down over her face, she wore a simple plain thigh length smock.
The calm look upon her face caused Storm to talk more quietly than she had intended to.
“Are you alright?”
The young woman looked up into Ororo’s eyes causing her to gasp and catch her breath. She was extraordinarily beautiful, almost to the point of perfection. Her hair tumbled around her shoulders in thick curls, her eyes of the darkest blue were like looking into infinity. A cream like complexion set off by her full ruby coloured lips showed no sign of any marks brought on by time. The full effect stunned Ororo momentarily. The woman replied in a rich honey filled voice.
“I am Ororo.”
“I am afraid you have me at a disadvantage, for I do not know your name.” Storm was surprised at how calm she felt. It was as though she had known her for years.
“I am the dream that everyone has. I am the one who comes when called. You have called me. Call me your fantasy if you wish to give me a name.”
A sudden dizziness came over Ororo. Before she had time to even raise a hand to her head it had passed. And a slight change had come over her, with out realising it Storm began to approach the young woman. A deep attraction flowed up in Ororo towards the lady self styled as ‘fantasy’.
Smiling slightly Fantasy reached out to Ororo and took her hand gently. Turning it palm up she kissed it. Ororo shivered as her lips touched her skin. She could feel the imprint of the kiss burning into her skin, into her soul.
“I....I...” Ororo began
“Sssshhhhh” replied Fantasy holding a finger upto her lips silencing her. “Deep down you know that you want this to happen, otherwise my power would not work on you. I heard your soul calling out to me before you even knew what you wanted yourself.”
Looking inside of her mind Storm realised with an almost detached calm that Fantasy was indeed telling the truth.
Raising up one perfectly shaped hand Fantasy reached out and caressed Storms cheek. She ran her hand downwards towards the gentle swell of her breast. Closing her eyes Ororo felt a trail of fire blaze down over her body. Desire swept up over her and she leaned in closer to the touch of Fantasy. Holding Storms face carefully between cupped hands Fantasy drew her close. Lightly she brushed her lips over Storm’s. The contact electrified Storm’s need. More urgently this time Storm leaned into the embrace. Her lips sought out Fantasy’s. Kissing gently at first the two women tentatively sought one another out. Growing with passion the kiss developed into a searing flame of want. Fantasy was the first to break off, momentarily confusing Storm until she realised why.
Lying Storm down on the moss covered floor Fantasy began to kiss her way down Ororo’s jawline. Her hands reached out and caressed her breasts. Playing gently with her nipples. Storm moaned and arched into the feelings. Her mouth finally reaching Storm’s chest Fantasy gently drew one nipple into her mouth and began to tease it with her tongue, gently flicking over the top. Hungrily Storm reached out to Fantasy and slowly removed her smock, revealing a perfectly formed physique. Her breasts seemed to glisten in the pale moonlight. Her nipples dark in contrast to the pale complexion of her body. Ororo’s eyes trailed down, taking in the sight, her chest was full and perfectly formed. Her creamy skin was soft against her body. Almost shyly Ororo looked at the triangle of hair. The darkness of it made it all the more inviting.
Fantasy smiled at the longing now on Ororo’s face. Pushing her back she gently parted Storms legs, feeling her tense slightly then relax. Slowly running her hands up Ororo’s inner thighs she felt her shudder. Her glistening opening was right in front of her and very slowly Fantasy placed a finger near the opening. Storm moaned and a slight breeze came up. Ever so slowly Fantasy slipped her finger into Storm, feeling her hotness, her warmth. Gasping Storm moved slightly causing her to feel Fantasy inside of her. Gently slipping another finger inside of her Fantasy began to move them in and out in a slow rhythm. Eyes closed Ororo gave herself over to the waves of pleasure pouring through her body.
Removing her fingers Fantasy pulled herself up slightly. Realising what was about to happen Ororo shuddered with anticipation. As Fantasy’s tongue first flicked up inside her a low roll of thunder could be heard in the distance. Ororo stretched out catlike barely able to contain her feelings as Fantasy begin to probe deep inside of her. All she could feel was the steady rhythm of Fantasy’s tongue and her fingers as they explored her innermost place. Lightning flickered across the sky in time to Ororo’s cries. More urgently now Fantasy began to move her fingers and tongue faster inside of Storm. Her hands reached up to caress Storms breasts.
With her breath coming in short gasps now Storm’s whole body was racked with pleasure. The constant rhythm of Fantasy was driving her insane. Overhead the thunderstorm began to reach its crescendo. Rain splattered down but the two women did not even notice it. Entwined together there hot bodies coated in a sheen of rain, they gave themselves over to each other completely.
Fantasy picked up her pace. Her tongue and fingers rubbing inside Storm bringing her to the peak. With a guttural cry Storm threw back her head and arched her body. Waves of pleasure broke over her. A blaze engulfed her mind and body as a thunderclap rang through the sky.
Suddenly drained Ororo collapsed back, the thunder slowly dieing down. Silently from where she lay Storm regarded Fantasy.
“No words Ororo.” She whispered as she stood up. “Just a parting gift from me to you before I leave.”
At that Fantasy leaned down and gently touched Storms brow, her hand glowing slightly. Storms eyes widened slightly then closed as she fell into a deep sleep.
“Goodbye Ororo. Although you will have no conscious memory of this you shall still carry it deep down inside of you.”
Moving slightly to one side Fantasy shimmered and faded from view.
Awaking in the clearing Storm looked around confused. Rising to her feet trying to get her bearings she realised that she couldn’t remember how she got there. Nearby Storm noticed a bundle on the drenched floor. Lifting it up - it was a small plain smock. Holding it close to her chest with out knowing why, Ororo summoned the winds to lift her back to the Xavier Institute.
As she rose up into the sky a figure hidden by shadows watched
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