FOG IN THE FOREST

X-Men fan fiction by Mitch Kelly

Mitch Kelly (mk00nf@csl.gov.uk)

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This story contains extremely explicit sexual descriptions. You have been

warned.

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It was not as if she had not seen him like this before. She had, numerous times, and in numerous places. She still never failed to marvel at him.

Logan was in the woods outside the Xavier Institute. Stripped to a pair of shorts, he had stretched to warm up, then began a long complex series of

kata exercises. It was an early autumn evening, the leaves still green, the air warm, the wind, blowing out of the west, carrying no hint of cold or rain yet.

Logan moved slowly, carefully, performing the exercises with all of his concentration, his movements millimetre-perfect. The wind ruffled the hair on his head, shifting the long sideburns, and caused the hair on his body to move in rhythmic waves. His skin almost glowed in the light of the setting sun. Through his deep tan the skin was criss-crossed with faint, faded looking scars. The woman thought to herself that there were limits even to Logan's healing factor. Yet she knew that most of those scars, the ones that still showed, were the relics of wounds that would have killed anyone less tough than Logan, healing factor or not. The man was... Indomitable. That was the word: indomitable.

She watched the play of his muscles, as they bunched and stretched beneath the skin. He was moving more quickly now, the movements less stylised and more like those of a real fighter. He stood, taking a fighting stance, then suddenly leapt into the air. He spun as he jumped, one foot lashing out in a roundhouse kick to one imaginary opponent. He turned, blocked an imagined blow and returned a one-two punch combination, then threw himself flat onto the ground. He sprang to his feet, blocked two attacks and countered with devilish speed, before returning to his original stance.

Suddenly, he cocked his head and sniffed the air. In her fascination, she had failed to notice that the wind had shifted slightly, a small gust blowing her scent toward him. For an instant, he stiffened, as if prepared to use the skills he had just been honing upon her, then he relaxed, as he recognised her scent. Looking toward her he smiled, and spoke.

"I know you're there. You can come out now, if yer want."

"I should have known better than to try to sneak up on you, Logan." Logan's smile broadened and he shook his head a little.

"And I never would have figured for you to not notice that shift in the wind, Ororo."

Ororo Munroe, leader of the X-Men Gold team, known as Storm, and the Wind Rider, smiled herself. Her instinctive, subconscious command of the elements made her one of the most powerful beings on the face of the earth.

"Even I am not immune to fascination, Logan. My concentration lapsed, that is all." Storm walked over toward him. "I hope that you do not mind my being here. I had no desire to intrude upon your privacy. I merely happened across you, and did not wish to disturb you."

"So where does the fascination come into all o' this?" grinned Logan. He was rewarded by the merest hint of a blush from the beautiful woman standing at the edge of the clearing. "Why Ororo, I never knew! Of all people I would never have pegged you as a voyeur!" Storm blushed even darker.

"Logan, I do not normally make a habit of doing such things, but when I saw you, I became, well, fascinated, I suppose." She smiled, and walked over to him, laying one hand on his wrist.

All of Logan's senses were suddenly full of her: the sight of her; her long, white hair gleaming in the setting sun, her flawless brown skin, her eyes, deep blue, like the sky above; the feel of her skin, soft as silk, yet suggestive of great strength and tremendous resilience in her touch; and her scent. Something sweet and soft, sandalwood, Logan thought, combined with the subtle scent of her own body in a combination that was heady enough to drown in. He drew a deep breath.

"Ororo," he said, "You're havin' a real powerful effect on me." Storm merely smiled.

"As you do on me, Logan. And long have you done so." Any reply of Logan's was cut off as Storm planted a kiss on his lips, her long slender arms winding themselves about his body. She too found her senses full of him: the feel of his body, covered with soft dark hair, the sound of his breathing, and the scent of him: clean and fresh, but with the hint of perspiration; a manly smell, and a natural one.

Logan pulled himself clear of the kiss.

"All right, Ororo. Now you've lit the fire, I hope you can stand the heat, is all." He reached for her, and she laughed.

"I am mistress of the elements, Logan. But let me see the fire!" She felt herself dragged into his arms, as his kisses rained down on her lips, cheeks, neck and bare shoulders. She returned his kisses, matching passion with passion, revelling in the thrill of proximity, even as he was. Storm was wearing only a halter-top and shorts, and she felt Logan begin to fumble for the buttons on the halter.

"No, Logan," she gasped. Momentarily, he drew back, concerned that he had gone too far. "Take it off Logan, but take it off YOUR way!"

Logan understood. With a 'snickt', he sprung the claws from one hand, and with a touch like a surgeon, the razor-keen blades sliced through the straps of the halter, letting them fall forwards. Storm smiled at him, leaning back, revelling in the situation and trusting his skill as she had a hundred times, albeit, she thought, in less pleasant circumstances. With a grin, Logan, set to work on the buttons on the halter, cutting them free one by one, lowering his eyes to see what he was revealing. Storm could hear his breath, coming in short gasps as more and more of her body was uncovered. Suddenly, the last button came free, and the halter dropped way from Storm's body, revealing her slim figure and full, firm breasts. The skin of her bust was as dark and perfect as Logan expected it would be, naturally brown, without tanning marks. The beautiful breasts were topped with chocolate-dark nipples, already slightly erect. Logan let out a growl of lust as he took in the sight of her.

"Oh, 'Ro. You are DOIN' things to me!" he growled. She chuckled a little, and launched herself on top of him, flipping him onto his back, so that she was sat astride him. Her long white hair covered his face, shrouding both of them. Her hands rubbed at his shoulders, feeling the powerful muscles beneath, then stroked across his chest, brushing his nipples. Logan sheathed his claws, and reached up to touch Storm's breasts, running his thumbs across her nipples, feeling the weight and shape of them in the palms of his hands. Her nipples stiffened further, standing firm and proud. Logan continued to stroke them, making gentle circular motions around them. Now it was Storm's turn to moan a little. Logan leant forward to kiss her nipples taking first one then the other into his mouth, letting his tongue run across them, circling each one, feeling it stiffening even more. Storm purred in anticipation, pulling Logan's head closer and holding him against her.

Then Storm leant forward, her head brushing Logan's chest, her lips dragging through his chest hair, planting tiny kisses all across his pectoral muscles, before planting a kiss on one of his nipples. He felt her tongue licking around it, felt a wave of pleasure run through him, and pulled up her head to kiss her, long and deep. Storm ground herself against him. He could feel her buttocks in the tight little shorts rubbing against his groin. Storm could for her part feel him pressing against her, already stiff with desire.

Suddenly, Storm felt herself flipped over, and found herself lying beneath Logan. She smiled up at him.

"You always did know exactly when to turn the tables, Logan. It is one of your greatest skills. And in this case, I am happy to go with the flow..." Storm pulled him down, feeling his hair against her breasts. She heard the "Snickt" of claws again, and Logan sat up, sitting on her thighs, grinning. She felt the claws run along the seams of her shorts, and then Logan flicked the garment away and sheathed his claws. He looked down at her. Under her shorts, Storm was wearing a tiny pair of panties, almost a g-string. They barely contained her pubic hair, which was as white and soft as the hair on her head. The crotch of her panties was already slightly damp. She reached for the button and zip on the shorts Logan was wearing, dragging them open, then pulling them down over his buttocks. Logan rose on his knees to allow Storm to pull off the garment. Underneath his shorts, Logan was naked, and Storm gasped with appreciation as his penis popped clear of the garment, already fully erect. Logan wasn't massive she noticed, but he looked more than adequate. Like all of his body, Logan's penis suggested power, resilience and skill over raw size.

"Rising to the challenge, as ever, Logan," purred Storm, reaching out to touch him. She barely brushed his penis, but brought a moan from his lips. She smiled, pleased at the effect she was having on him. Suddenly, she stopped, and concentrating for a moment, wreathed the clearing in thick mist that stopped just inches from their bodies.

"Neat trick, 'Ro," said Logan, gently stroking her breasts with his fingers, revelling in the feeling of her skin.

"Just to keep prying eyes away, and to ensure that nothing distracts us from each other," said Storm with a smile.

"You think it could?" laughed Logan. "Right now Omega Red would have trouble getting my attention!"

"And mine. Now come here!" Storm laughed, and flipped Logan onto his back, then swung herself across him, planting her buttocks on his chest, facing away from him. Logan reached out to stroke the firm flesh that was just in front of him, and was not disappointed: the feel was out of this world. Reaching his fingers lower, he ran the tips of them along Storm's perfect thighs, reaching up and just brushing across the front of her panties. He could feel the moisture there on the tips of his fingers. He could smell it too: musky and sweet. The touch brought a moan from Storm.

"Some view from here, 'Ro." said Logan, craning his neck to feast his eyes, as well as his hands, on her bum. Whether it was arousal or the fog, or both, he didn't know, but the scent coming off Storm was stronger now, even more intoxicating.

"The view here is quite agreeable too," laughed Storm, and lowered her head. She planted a kiss on the edge of Logan's thigh, eliciting a low gasp. Emboldened, she kissed him again, running her tongue along the inside of his groin, feeling his wiry pubic hair scrape along the side of her face. Logan was murmuring as she continued to lick the edge of his groin, then suddenly planted a kiss on the tip of his shaft. She tasted the small ooze of pre-come that had dripped from the eye of his cock. If Logan had been aroused before, and enjoying himself before, he hit new heights now. She licked slowly along his shaft, then slid her lips over the top, and slowly worked her way down, using her tongue on the sensitive underside of Logan's glans. He was beyond murmuring now: he was beyond anything except wordless moans as Storm worked her mouth up and down his penis, feeling it throb against her tongue. She loved the feel of it, loved the power, the control - and the pleasure she was giving.

Suddenly, with an effort of will, he spoke:

"Move back a little, willya, let me reach you..." Springing his claws on one hand, he cut through the side straps of Storm's panties, and pulled them from under her. The feel of the silky material sliding over her pussy brought a gasp from Storm as she slid back up his chest, wriggling herself back until her pussy was just inches above his face. Looking up he could see her perfectly. The sparse pubic hair, just a small tuft on her mound, the lips already opening, glistening with sweet-smelling moisture. Logan pulled her down onto his face with one hand, the other stroking her pussy lips from the rear as his tongue glided over her, adding the sensation of taste to the delight of his other senses. Storm moaned around his cock as Logan licked, probed and stroked, sucking on her lips and running his tongue over her clit. She was grinding herself against his face, revelling in the skill, in just how good he made her feel, but still she managed to keep up her licking and sucking on his cock. Neither was going to stop now, and it was a race and a test of skill to see which of the pair would push the other over the edge first. Storm could feel herself slipping. Logan had his tongue running gently around her clit, and he had three fingers sliding gently in and out of her from the rear. Storm began to moan more and more, grinding down more and more onto Logan's face, until finally with a great gasp she came, pushing herself onto him, clamping his heads with her thighs and bucking up and down as wave after wave of ecstasy ran through her. After several seconds, her orgasm subsided, and she let Logan's penis out of her mouth for a moment.

"By the Goddess. Logan, that was fabulous. Now let me!" With that, she returned her mouth to his cock. She applied more pressure, sucking harder, working her tongue all over the tip of his cock, and running one hand up and down his shaft. Logan had used every drop of willpower to stop himself coming before Storm, and now, the immovable object that was his will met the irresistible force of Storm's tongue - and gave way. Logan came with a long gasp, jetting a ribbon of semen into Storm's mouth, then another, and another. She kept licking and sucking until he subsided, and finally relaxed. He sat up, hugged her, feeling her body on his lap, and planted a kiss on her lips.

"Some men might be reluctant to do that, Logan," said Storm with a smile.

"I ain't most men. That was out of this world, 'Ro. Something incredible, thanks."

"It is quite all right Logan. I too have seldom felt such pleasure. You were wonderful." She wriggled against him, and was rewarded by a twitch from his cock, which seemed only to have partially softened. "So soon?" She smiled at him, hopefully.

"You bet. What's the good of a mutant healin' factor if you can't use for good things as well as bad ones?" Logan smiled and kissed her again.

His mouth feel cool to her tongue as they kissed deeply, and she could taste her juices in his mouth. She sat straddling his lap, and felt his cock becoming engorged again, coming up to meet her dripping pussy. She felt so hungry for the feel of him inside her, and kept wriggling around trying to get into position so he could slip in; but for some reason he kept eluding her. She was puzzled, until she heard a rumble in his throat, and realized he was laughing. She opened her eyes and looked into his eyes, inches from her own.

"Are you TEASING me?", she demanded, but a smile quirked the corner of her mouth as she pretended to be outraged. In response, his eyes sparkled at her, and deftly Logan held her by the waist and impaled her on him, sinking in hard, right to the hilt. She threw her head back and cried out with the incredible feeling of him inside her as he filled her up and bashed against her cervix. Storm instinctively covered her mouth, with her hand, trying to contain the noise that had just escaped. Logan listened carefully for a moment, and then chuckled.

"Hope this fog deadens sound, darlin', or you're gonna have the whole mansion out here wonderin' who's bein' killed." Then he drew back, and started to move in again, setting up a slow and steady rhythm as she rocked on his lap. He glanced down to where their bodies joined and his excitement grew as he watched his cock plunge in between her swollen lips.

Storm was trying so hard not to howl with the pleasure of it, she just panted in the rhythm of his thrusts, ah, ah, ah, and his face rubbed against her breasts. She could hear his breathing, deep and slow, as he slid slowly but powerfully in and out, his penis rubbing back and forth over her clitoris. One of his hands was around her shoulders, pulling her closer to him, the other was stroking her buttocks and gently kneading the firm flesh. She wrapped her hands in his hair, pulling him closer and closer as the strokes of his organ brought her closer and closer to a plateau of ecstasy. As Logan purposefully continued, Storm abandoned her efforts to keep quiet, and concentrated solely on the sensations Logan was creating within her. She felt waves of pleasure start to build, becoming stronger and stronger until with a great gasp and a howl of joy, she felt a huge orgasm wash over her. She smothered Logan in her arms, grinding her hips down against his cock as her pussy muscles gripped him, as he continued to thrust. After several seconds, the waves subsided, and she loosened her grip on Logan a little. He grinned up at her.

"For a moment there, 'Ro, I thought maybe I was gonna need the ol' healing factor for my ribs!" She hugged him again.

"Logan, that was fabulous, again. I have not felt anything like it for a very long time. Please, let us go on?" Storm made the last a question. She knew he had not come, and began to wonder at his stamina.

"Sure enough," he said with a grin. Then seemingly without effort, he lifted her off his penis. Storm moaned a little, smiled languorously at him, as he gently laid her on her back, and came above her. She reached up and her arms encircled him, pulling his head down into a long, luxuriating kiss. She could feel him against her mound, but he seemed in no hurry, continuing the long, slow kisses, until she felt him move slightly. Then she felt the tip of his penis just barely slide between her lips, then a little more, then draw almost out, then go in again, the nearly out again. Storm began to pant, as Logan continued to thrust, a little more deeply each time, until after a few moments, he was all the way inside her. Logan was losing himself in the pleasure that he too was feeling, the smooth, silky sensation of Storm all around him, her muscles alternately squeezing and releasing him, the sound of her breathing and the soft gasps of pleasure, the scent of her body and her arousal surrounding him, and pushing him toward his own climax. Storm too was becoming aroused again. She wondered at her own response.

Still, she thought, it had been long time, a very long time, and Logan was so...vital. Both were now openly moaning, seemingly racing each other to the inevitable climax, but each holding back just enough so that they would reach it together. Logan began to thrust harder, driving himself into Storm. For her part, Storm's long legs wrapped themselves around Logan, and her arms dragged him down, locking her lips to his as suddenly, like a bolt of lightning, both of them climaxed. Storm's muscles locked in a spasm, as she felt Logan go rigid, and she felt the heat of his climax as he jetted semen deep within her.

It was several minutes before either of them moved. Logan recovered first, pulling himself up so as to take most of his weight on his arms.

"Do not go Logan. Stay where you are." Storm smiled up at him. He smiled back.

"Ororo, I wouldn't move right now if someone offered me the whole Shi’ar Imperium! That was out of this world - or any world!"

"You sell yourself short, Logan. I have felt nothing like that for a very long time indeed. A very long time." She reached up to stroke his cheek, feeling the smoothness of his skin, and the wiriness of his sideburns, then allowing her fingers to run down onto his chest, stroking the nipple among the thick growth of hair there. He hummed with pleasure as she did so, so she continued to stroke his nipples, hearing him murmuring as she smiled, enjoying the feeling of pleasuring her partner. She could not feel him even beginning to soften. Was there no end to his vitality? She wriggled quickly, and felt him slide out of her, eliciting a gasp from his lips. She stood and smiled at him, raising her arms above her head. Her naked body, her hair dishevelled, damp all over with the moisture of their combined lust, was the most erotic sight he had ever seen. She tossed back her hair, her long legs and perfect back arching as she threw her arms wide, and summoned a denser fog to surround them. She smiled at him, then, quick as lightning, she dashed off into the woods.

The fog shrouded her, and in an instant, she disappeared. But Logan was not as most men: his sense of smell was till full of her, and no fog, no wind, no power on earth could have kept him from her. Just as quickly, he followed, plunging into the woods, moving deftly around the trees, his sense of smell keeping him on her trail. He moved silently through the fog, and in that shroud, anyone who had seen them might have thought that they had stumbled upon a scene from classical mythology, as an elemental creature of the woods chased a spirit of the winds. The chase went on. She lead him, occasionally looking back, smiling, her eyes sparkling, seeing how close he was. For his own part, he pursued doggedly, slowly, slowly gaining on her, until, as she looked back one time, he made a great leap, and enfolded her in his grasp, his arms wrapping about her, pulling her back and buttocks against him and planting kiss after kiss on her shoulders and hair.

"Logan," she moaned, feeling his hands stroking over her breasts, stimulating her nipples, as she felt the stiffness of his penis pushing against the back of her thigh. Logan, more!" Logan's face nuzzled her hair, kissing her neck, shoulders, back and the upper slopes of her perfect breasts. He felt her hands run along his thighs, stroking, searching, and finding his penis, and raising a moan in turn from him. She moved slightly, leaning against a half-fallen tree, the perfect rounded hemispheres of her buttocks pushing back against him. He pushed forward, his hands grasping her around the hips, as she rolled her bum, the sensations she created drawing a growl of lust from him.

"I want you again, Ororo, right here, right now," he growled down into her ear, his fingers reaching beneath her to stroke the soaking wet lips of her pussy, and to barely, briefly, touch her clit. Her reply was to moan, and push further back against his penis, and to reach beneath her to take hold of him. Both of the lovers continued to stroke each other, their empathy near-perfect, drawing each other toward another, inevitable, climax.

"Now, Logan!" Storm gasped. "Now! I need you inside me! I need to feel you NOW!" She deftly moved her hand. He had been thrusting at her, his rock hard penis stroking back and forth along the lips of her pussy as his fingers stimulated her clit. He held her open, as she directed his penis deep into her scalding depths.

Both Logan and Storm moaned as he thrust slow and deep inside her. He began to move in and out, one of his hands supporting her weight while the other continued to stimulate her. Neither was under any illusion: this particular episode would not last long. In spite of their lovemaking earlier, both partners were too aroused for this to last more than a few moments. After seemingly no time at all, Storm felt the waves of her climax wash over her, her muscles spasming tighter and tighter, her breath coming in gasps as she felt Logan come deep, deep within her.

For a few moments, neither moved. The power of their mutual climax had been so great that it temporarily drained both of them. Then, very gently, Logan withdrew, and turned Storm around, taking her in his arms and kissing her deeply and gently.

"Thanks, Ororo. That was the greatest." said Logan, a smile of deepest joy on his face. That smile was mirrored on Storm's face. She kissed him back.

"Thank you Logan. I have felt nothing like this. I would dearly love to spend all night out here, but I fear I would be missed. I must return to the mansion."

"I guess we'd better arrive separately, then!" he laughed. She laughed too, and bent over to kiss him just once more, before she leapt into the air, and silently flew above the fog, above the treetops, back to her penthouse.

Logan turned and walked back through the woods toward where he knew his shorts, and the remains of Storm's clothing, were lying. He would pick them up and wander back to the mansion. And he knew there would be other nights when there would be fog in the woods.

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