The door to the cabin slammed open. With it a torrent of snow and two blizzard dazed survivors; one dragging the other. The first figure unceremoniously dropped the second to the floor before dogging the door shut. Finally out of the vicious wind they removed their goggles. "I think we're safe."
The other individual stirred slightly before ripping off their own. "Safe?! Of course we're safe. The only person that isn't safe is Hellion. As soon as I find him I'm going to….."
"Do nothing." John moved to block the door from Laura.
"Out of my way!" Laura, also known as X-23, tried to move the mutant but he wouldn't budge.
"What so you can freeze to death?" He grabbed her hands and held them. "Regeneration won't help you when you're 6 feet under."
Laura struggled for a few moments before giving up. "You're right."
Laura smiled, letting some of her rage vanish. John, her best buddy, had a good head on his shoulders. Ever since they met he kept an eye out for her. She shimmied out of her ski jacket and snow pants. Despite the warm clothes, her second layer was drenched in a mix of sweat and water.
"Those as well, I'll hang these up in the bathroom and get the fire going." John disappeared as she went to the couch, leaving a trail of wet clothes behind her. Even her sports bra and exercise shorts were soaked from their efforts. Those two hit the floor as she wrapped herself in one of the heavy wool blankets.
John emerged soon after and he went right to the fireplace. Dutifully, he began to light the fire with his plasma. She eyed John carefully. He was somewhat dressed, with just a fresh pair of boxers and t-shirt on. "Alright, fire is coming up, I'll take care of your clothes and see what we have in the kitchen."
He does know I'm nude under here right? She thought to herself. Laura sighed and thought about John. They had known each other for years; ever since the both joined Xavier's school for the gifted. That's why he was there anyway. Her friend and fellow mutant Betsy had to back out at the last minute from their ski trip and John was able to come along. Julian was less than pleased with that arrangement. Laura thought about it and realized that he was probably trying to net a threesome. Now her ex can just count on his hand for relief.
John returned, breaking her from her train of thought. "You're in luck. Hot cocoa, with 3 marshmallows. Mi lady." He offered her a steam cup which she gratefully accepted. He sat in one of the plush chairs that surrounded the fire, his own cup of cocoa letting off a trail of steam.
"Thank you." Why had they never hooked up? Were they too young when they first met? In the wrong spot in life? She considered. Sure it passed through her mind before, but only a fleeting thought. Yet, she placed him in the friendzone back then; he always seemed to chase after girls like Betsy, Katherine, and to her annoyance, Ororo. She smiled a slightly at that. John was a dork when they met, non-threatening and completely useless with his powers. Yet the years had been kind and he grew into his abilities.
"Hey, John..." She began but suddenly stopped. Did he have a girlfriend? He never mentioned one. Surely he would have one. He was so kind, and quite handsome. Like a better browned haired John Pine. Rugged, that was the word.
"Umm..." Now or never. "I just want to tell you how grateful I am for all that you've done. I mean just 20 minutes ago I was ready to march through this blizzard to confront Julian. I just want to say thank you."
"Oh don't mention it." He waved it off, but also leaned back studying her.
"I mean it! Not just for that but for everything." She was nervous. Laura was never nervous. She could face down sentinels without fear; why were her knees quaking now? Laura stood up. With the blanket still wrapped around her frame, she sauntered up to where he sat.
"In fact, let me show you." Laura dropped the warm blanket.
John nearly dropped his drink. Laura's body was a piece of art. Her skin, blemish free. Her breasts jutted from her body, gravity tried to pull them down, but her boobs stayed defiant. Her chest tapered down to a taut midsection before flaring out into a set of womanly hips. Laura's sex glistened slightly with desire, a small strip of hair just above the lips. She turned slightly and he was able to admire her fine butt. It was firm, like her breasts, with just enough junk to jiggle. Her hips lead to full calves before ending with her dainty feet.
"Well?" She ran a hand through her black tresses and stared at him with a smoldering look.
John nearly bowled her over. His arms wrapped around her body and pulled her close. With 5'1" height, she had to tilt back as they kissed. Sparks flew as their kiss turned passionate. Her own arms wrapped around his neck as it extended from seconds into minutes. Finally, they had to break off for air. They said nothing but stared into each others eyes, the howling wind and the snapping of the fire the only sounds being made.
Laura broke the silence. "Aren't you wearing a bit much?"
"Too much." He said with a smile. Breaking her grip on him, John pulled the shirt of his head. Mel whistled at his upper body. She'd seen him shirtless before, but never in this light. John definitely worked out, his chest was well muscled, his abs a solid 6 pack. She traced a finger down past his belly button.
"This too." She said with a naughty smile, fingering the band to his boxers. He complied, and as they hit the floor she dropped a step back in surprise. He had a cock! Semi flaccid, the meaty member hung to his mid thigh. Even now thick veins spread a long it's surface, twitching and pumping more life into his rod. Just below, a pair of large egg sized testicles hung in his sack. Each one brimming with anticipation for the chance to release their loads.
"Is this for me?" She asked innocently.
"All for you."
"As it should be." Her small hands encircled the member, steadily stroking it to full hardness. Kissing her partner one last time, she went down to cock level. Already, Laura was inspecting it with a discerning eye, though it was obvious that she liked what she saw. Her tongue darted out and lashed across the meaty, turgid member. A solid groan erupted from John as Laura lathered it up with her tongue, her hands helping spread the saliva around.
Mel looked up at him with sultry green eyes as she started to pump in earnest. Her hands, barely encircling the 3 inch thick tool, working a stead back and forth motion. At full hardness, his cock stood 13 inches from his body, the plum sized head turning red from her ministrations.
Laura slowed down to admire it. This was a far cry from what Julian had. Julian was so proud of his 5 inch member, but this was magnificent. In her mind she had just upgraded from burgers to steak, hewn oak from stucco, thick sausage from a cocktail frank. She looked up at him again, and their eyes met. Maintaining the gaze, she leaned forward and lucked at the tip, lapping at a bead of precum that had formed.
Her mouth opened again and she lapped at the head, her tongue encircling the crown before working the sensitive underside. Her tease went on for several moments. Mel would get the head good and wet, and john all worked up before pulling back slightly. With her full lips puckered she would lightly blow. The breeze danced along the wet stiff cock, causing it to tingle and John would groan out in frustration. His hands gripped tightly on her long hair.
"What? Am I getting you all bothered?" She said, a sexy smile on her lips.
"Yes!" He managed to hiss out.
"Is this what you want? Hmmm?" Her tongue reached out again and brushed the underside of his head.
"Mmm. Alright honey." Laura braced herself. She never worked a tool this big, nor seen one in person to be honest. Opening her mouth wide, she felt everything stretch as she took the head in.
The thought of something so big and powerful was such a turn on to her. If she had bothered looking down, she'd see a puddle of her juices forming below her. The sweet nectar tainting the rug in front of the fire. Yet, her mind was occupied. More and more she beckoned the rod forward. More and more it slipped into her hungry mouth, her warm breath cascading over it. With a grunt and a push from John, his cock slipped forward, hitting the back of her throat.
Unfortunately, that's where her reflex hit. It was too big, she never practiced for an intruder so large, and now she was nearly choking on it. Bring it back out, she looked at it before trying again. The same result left her slightly despondent, she wanted to get this down!
"It's fine..just work it you mutant bitch!" John offered as words of encouragement. It was all she needed.
Her head went down again onto the rod until just the head was in her mouth. From there she bobbed up and down on it, letting a few inches in before backing out til just the tip remained. Her tongue was a flurry of activity as it swirled about. It caressed the ridges before hitting the head, especially the sensitive slit. When the cock slid back in her mouth, her tongue turned to massaging the bottom. It was an experience like no other for John. Who helped the process along by pumping into her mouth.
Laura felt he was about to cum, and opted to stop it instead. This was their first fuck and she wanted to enjoy it. Not that she wasn't enjoying herself, as evident by the wet rug beneath her. Withdrawing the rod from her mouth, she clamped down on the base, pulling herself up slightly. The pair exchanged a brief kiss before she sauntered to the couch, her perky behind taunting him to follow. Laura sat back on the couch.
"Come here with that cock of yours." A single finger brought him towards her.
The glistening folds and velvet interior of Laura's sex beckoned John forward. His mighty cock pointed the way to her dripping cunt. Laura was splayed out on the couch, her legs wide, and arms out. The look was entirely that of a fashion model, yet no fashion model was this sexy, or entirely nude. Her entire body on display before him. The sweat made her tan skin glisten in the light of the fire. Its' heat adding much to the feeling of the room. Laura was to John at this very moment, the embodiment of desire and female sexuality. Her tight rear end propped up her body, the impressive cheeks pressed out to each side. Her midsection was taut, worked out, with a strong hint of abs. Her breasts, a solid handful, hung down ever so slightly. Their large size making it hard to avoid gravity's pull, but they fought it nonetheless. Even her nipples were large and turgid. Dark nubs stuck out nearly an inch from her puffed up areolas.
Her body was in stark contrast to John's. His slightly tan skin glistened with his sweat. It poured down his body and highlighted all of his strong curves and muscles. His abs were beyond 6 pack. He was big. Her body was tiny compared to his. Laura had to assume his ass was on par with the rest of him, but it was hidden behind a sign of his, to her, godhood. His cock was nearly crimson. Thick veins crisscrossed it's impossibly long length and wide girth. Two large egg sized testicles filled his sack to the max, causing it to hang low on his thighs. A lesser girl would be woefully intimidated by such a piece, but not Laura. Her life was all about challenges, growing up in Brooklyn, and beyond. Even though she just failed to take it completely in her mouth, her hunger for such a tool would not be denied. She licked her lips in anticipation as she watched John slowly approach her. His fist slowly pumped the length of his tool, its purple head staring her down, tempting her. With a slowness that belied the raging sea of hormones between them, John finally pressed against his weight against her seated form. Tongues intertwined in a mating dance of their mouths. Finally, Laura broke the facial embrace by pulling away, but dragging her teeth across his lower lip.
"Now stick that in me!" She demanded. John grunted and began entry. Her juices provided as much lubrication as possible, yet it was still not quite enough. Her lips parted absurdly wide as the plum sized head demanded, and forced entry into her sex. Despite not being a virgin, Laura was impossibly tight. She was not a loose woman by any means and her athleticism kept her as tight as a vice. That vice was being forced apart by the massive member that was being shoved in. Inch by Inch, grunt by grunt, more and more of the mammoth tool was forced in.
John grabbed either side of her thin waist and started to push. His exertions made even more sweat come of his body, landing atop the panting Laura. Each steady thrust backed more and more of his 13 inch tool sunk in. Laura screamed out in pleasure as the head finally entered in completely. She had a mini orgasm from that first move. Then began the long pull. A grunt and a long thrust from John sent his cock forward. The mighty penis spread her wide as it continued to push down towards its goal.
After a series of long thrusts, John hit her cervix. Both paused for a moment to collect their breaths. Several inches of John still remained out in the open. Time to fix that. He pulled back until all but the head was exposed to the open air, eliciting a gasp from his mutant lover. With a roar and a heave he sent his cock forward again at a rapid pace. The turgid member pushed in and started to stretch out the love canal. Laura howled in delight. She had never been filled quite so much, or so completely, and yet more of his cock remained to fit into her box. Her legs snaked up and wrapped around his waist, intent on pulling him in. Her moans increased as more and more of John slipped in.
It was a monumental effort, but finally the barest inch of his thick fuck stick remained out. Determined as ever, both lovers exchanged a glance. John pulled her as best as he could, while she pulled him in with her legs. If there was a sound to be heard over all the grunts, moans, and gasps of pleasure, it would have sounded like a key clicking into place. The entire 13 inch length of John fit into Laura's cunt like a hand in tight gloves. Her velvet box was a perfect fit, and she began to showcase her control to him. Her velvet box muscles worked in perfect harmony to some unheard chant. Perhaps it was the tempo of her moans, or the pace of his renewed thrusts, but her muscles synchronized their work along his meaty member.
Laura's boobs wobbled frantically as her screams filled the cabin. John's groans filled in whatever her cries of ecstasy could not. His pace rapidly filling and draining her receptive moist canal. After several long moments, the couch could bare it no longer. Its constant squeaking got louder as their intensity increased. After one particularly strong push the springs started to give way and Laura's wonderful ass sunk lower. Another thrust and the back groaned. Within a few more pushes, the back gave way entirely. The beautiful woman's back was suddenly plopped down flat. The couchs' back clearing away anything that might be in its way. The lovers did not stop nor slow. If anything their pace increased. Her boobs shimmied about with an even greater intensity, no longer being held down by gravity. John was no longer pushing uphill as it were, and his thrusts were becoming more forceful as his entire body shifted into giving his partner the pleasure she deserved.
The entire couch failed completely not soon after. Without a pause or a break, John hoisted Laura up, still deep inside her. His mighty muscles easily held her weight up as he continued to thrust into her. If one was documenting this it would be considered a high powered form of suspended congress. Yet, even the muscles he had couldn't maintain the position for long. With a gentleness that matched his thrusts, he laid his panting lover down on the conveniently located bear rug. The heat of the fire, now a scant few feet away, washed over the lovers.
John withdrew his rod almost completely, with a subtle pause he grasped one of her legs and freed it from its embrace. With but a glance to Laura, he started to rotate her body around his cock. Her screams got even louder as she felt his cock rotating within her confines. It was a pleasure she never attempted with one of her toys, less even knew about until the moment. She still had enough sense to put down her knees and arms as she assumed the classic doggy position. His pounding resumed its 'normal' high intensity pace and Laura was raked by the pleasure of the new position. His cock head no longer ran across her g-spot. Instead its sheer size overwhelmed her in this new position.
His pistoning got stronger, soon he had to release, and it would be a mighty release indeed. His long strokes filled her with glee, causing her to moan out in unbridled lust. For several moments, the rough grinding of their bodies were all that could be heard. John's large testicles in their overfilled sack hit her womanly thighs each time he bottomed out. Laura's perfect ass too slapped joyously against his abs as she returned the motion. Each cheek begged to be squeezed, and John was happy to oblige. He alternated fondling one tan cheek, then the other. Giving each the attention it deserved, each squeeze causing his lover to moan out his name. She was riding a sea of emotions now, each mini-orgasm ended with another beginning soon after. Her elbows long gave out holding up her upper body, now she was down to her head against the plush rug. Laura's large breasts dangled freely, every thrust and return sent them rocking back at forth. Her nipples grazed the rug, electricity danced from the fur tease and into her continually pleasured brain. She gripped the fur rug tightly.
"Oh John you animal, cum in me! Dump your seed in me!"
"Cum for me Laura! I'll shoot my hot load deep into you!" With a last thrust that connected their bodies John was ready to unload. His entire body shook and his vision went blurry.
"Hey!" John opened his eyes to Adam shaking him violently. No fireplace. No fur rug, no Laura.
"What gives!?" John groaned, his erection fading as Adam continually shook him.
"Emma wants to see you."
John rolled over, further squashing his rock hard member. "Ugh...can it wait?"
"She said it was important." Adam reared back with a hand, ready to smack his friend.
John murmured into his pillow, any chance of restarting his dream fading quickly away. "5 minutes."
"Now." The sound of a hand striking flesh rang through the room. "That was a warning shot."
"Alright….alright….damn…." The vision of Laura faded away from his sight yet in the back of his mind John knew she was still there.
"You didn't think to tell us? To tell me?" John exclaimed. He licked his lips; still tasting the imaginary Laura.
"I would have stepped in if I didn't think you could handle it." Emma replied curtly.
"It? Who was she?" John asked, his protests forgotten.
Emma looked out the window overlooking the school grounds. "Mystique. She's neither a hero nor villain. She's been both. We...tolerate her."
"Is she still around?"
"No. I felt her the second she was on campus." Emma still looked away but John could see her face turning red. "We have a unique connection."
"Uh-huh. Is that why I'm here?"
"Of course not." Emma Frost turned back to face him. "You're managing well in your little side adventure. Though your sex powers have been getting you into trouble. We're billing your parents for the bathroom wall."
John turned red. "You knew?"
"Mmmhmm. The dance is tonight. Please try to keep it in your pants. Dismissed."