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Chicks Dig the Fuzzy Dude	By : DrunkenScotsman Category: X-Men - Animated Series (all) > Het - Male/Female Views: 27547 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter List
- 12
- 13
- 14
Chapter 13: Getting Lucky
- Fetish (goth)
For several long moments, Kurt’s jaw worked wordlessly while his brain tried to process what he’d just heard: Wanda Maximoff, the dreaded Scarlet Witch, offering her virginity to him on the proverbial silver platter. Unbidden, the memory of overhearing something Bobby said to one of the other New Mutant guys bubbled up: “Never stick your dick in crazy, dude.” Sitting on the bed beside her, though, Kurt didn’t think it fair to label Wanda “crazy” – “off-beat,” maybe; or perhaps “unusual”; or even “weird”; but not “crazy.” Besides, he mused, weird people should stick together, right?
Eventually, realizing Wanda awaited his answer, he sputtered, “Are you serious?”
“As the plague,” replied the goth girl without hesitation. “I didn’t get all tarted up just for kissing.” She leaned close enough for her lips to enticingly brush Kurt’s. “Don’t get me wrong – that part’s been great. Just… not… enough…” That last statement she punctuated with kisses that terminated in tantalizing nibbles of Kurt’s lower lip.
The young man mulled over the goth girl’s proposition, although her sheer proximity rendered focusing somewhat difficult, especially with her hands on his chest, his hand on her thigh, and their lips a breath away from further contact. The sexual energy buzzing between them urged him to accept, as did the curiosity provoked by her outfit – as good as it looked on her, he wondered how she’d look in its absence. Moreover, her goodwill would undoubtedly help maintain the current truce between X-Men and Brotherhood, thus improving their slim odds – literally and figuratively – of defeating Apocalypse. Besides, Rogue had switched sides in part because of attraction to Scott; Lance had also, if briefly, because of Kitty; so, optimistically, Wanda might follow suit, pending this afternoon’s proceedings.
One consideration nagged at him, however, one which he couldn’t proceed without voicing: “Vhat, exactly, do you vant from zis?”
Wanda’s brow furrowed. “I told you: sex,” she replied, her voice tinged with irritation. “Intercourse, getting laid, doing the nasty, banging, fucking – whatever you want to call it.”
“Just zis once?” Kurt pressed for clarification.
A grin he could only describe as “wolfish” spread across Wanda’s face as she answered in a suggestive tone, “I’ve gleaned from my brother that you’re something of a ladies’ man. Living up to your reputation would give me incentive for future invitations.”
Embarrassed yet also flattered by the epithet “ladies’ man,” Kurt grinned. “Challenge accepted.” With a kiss that lingered just long enough to leave the goth girl mewling in disappointment when he pulled away, he asked, “Vhere vould you like to start?”
The witch’s blue eyes seemed to gleam with barely-restrained excitement. “Get this corset off while I ditch the boots,” she instructed him. “As good as this outfit looks on me, it’ll look much better on the floor,” she hinted, or perhaps promised.
Chuckling, Kurt scooted behind Wanda to see what challenges the corset might present. Fortunately for him, it fastened with a series of basic hook-and-eye clasps similar to a bra’s. He ran his fingers along Wanda’s skin just above the edge of the garment, triggering a hitch in the witch’s breathing. Those same fingers, with an ease borne of experience, unhooked the closures at what he hoped would feel like a tantalizingly-slow pace.
Out of the corner of his eye, the furry mutant saw the goth girl’s hands on her boots, accompanied by distinct metallic unsnapping sounds matching his pace. To encourage Wanda to speed up – or, perhaps, to distract her into slowing down – Kurt placed a kiss on the exposed back of her neck, just below the hairline. She redoubled her pace, so he continued kissing down her neck to her upper back and beyond, down the length of her spine little by little as he unhooked the corset.
“That’s so hot, Kurt,” Wanda moaned as she pulled both boots from her feet. “Unzip the skirt while you’re at it to save some time.” She stood to grant better access and gently lowered her corset to the floor. While Kurt’s fingers sought the skirt’s fastener, the goth girl glanced back over her shoulder. “Fair warning – the booty’s not much to write home about.”
“I’m sure it’s nicer zan you think. Ve’re all our vorst critics,” Kurt reassured her. Upon locating the short zipper, he unfastened the skirt. The garment fell to the floor and showed the truth of Wanda’s words – her butt could only be described as “unprepossessing.” To avoid hurting her feelings, the young man kept his disappointed sigh to himself; though he found himself suddenly wishing he hadn’t alienated Amara with her amazing ass.
“You’re sweet,” she replied, pulling him from his reflections. “Full of shit, if your lack of reaction is any indication, but sweet.” With that, the witch spun around, giving her guest an up-close view of the thick, dark curls atop her groin. Just above, a belt of soft black fabric encircled Wanda’s narrow waist; the belt also had black elastic bands attached, which ran down to her stockings.
“No undervear?” Kurt blurted as he caught a faint aroma – the musk of Wanda’s arousal. “Zis whole time?”
“I thought panties, even sexy ones, would just get in the way at this point,” replied the young woman, who cupped the young man’s chin and tilted his head upward. “My boobs are up here though,” she quipped.
“So zey are,” murmured the awed young man as he beheld them. Closer in size to Amara’s than to Jean or Tabby’s, Wanda’s breasts appeared a bit larger than the Latina’s thanks to the goth girl’s much slimmer frame; though, in hindsight, the breadth of Wanda’s shoulders had at least hinted at such a bust. Reddish, pebbled nipples stood proudly from the otherwise-pale flesh. At such close range, Kurt could even see blue veins here and there, just beneath the pale skin, branching their mazy paths.
“I take it you like them,” Wanda remarked at his open stare. “If you can manage it, I want some eye-candy too.” Her eyebrows bobbed as she climbed onto the bed.
Kurt chuckled and shucked his gloves and boots first. He then unzipped his uniform; but, before he could remove it, the nearly-nude witch reached over to peel it off instead. The furry mutant took the opportunity to admire the look of concentration etched on her face.
Once she’d bared his torso, Wanda buried her dark-purple fingernails into the blue fur, and Kurt groaned his response. He wriggled the rest of the way out of his uniform with her help, not realizing until he heard her gasp and saw her wide-eyed stare that she’d removed his boxers too. “Ja, ja, it’s blue like ze rest of me,” he commented with a wry chuckle.
“Of course it’s blue,” Wanda replied in a bemused tone. “I just didn’t expect that size,” she added, eyes still glued to his erection. Without further ado, she wrapped a hand around him and began to rub. “So, this is what I was touching earlier. I can’t wait to see how it feels inside me.”
Groaning again, Kurt reveled in the warmth of the witch’s hand, each stroke feeling better than the last. “As you can tell, I’m ready vhen you are,” he told her as he cupped her breasts and gave them a gentle squeeze.
Moaning at his touch, Wanda looked into his eyes. “Check my pussy and see for yourself,” she responded just before darting in for a teasing kiss.
Accepting her offer, Kurt trailed his hand down Wanda’s stomach to the juncture of her thighs, which she parted invitingly. His finger explored the fleshy folds and found them sopping. “I guess ve von’t need much more foreplay,” he observed. “I’ll get ze condom –“
“Don’t bother,” interjected the witch with a wicked grin. “Afterward, I’ll use my powers for protection.” At Kurt’s skeptical expression, she explained, “Your sperm will have exactly zero chance of fertilizing any of my eggs.”
Shaking his head, Kurt moved his hand back to Wanda’s breast. “You’re a lot more… direct… zan most girls,” he commented wryly. “How do you vant to proceed?”
Wanda’s brow furrowed in obvious confusion. “What do you mean?”
While Kurt considered how to explain, he continued caressing the goth girl’s pale skin to keep the mood intact. “Different positions,” he finally replied. “I like to see my partner’s face – in your case, so I can see if you’re enjoying or in pain. Also, ve can kiss and touch more easily vhile facing each other.”
“Sounds fun,” purred Wanda, who released the stiff organ she’d been stroking to climb atop her companion. A lusty moan passed her lips when their groins made first contact. “I get to set the pace if I’m on top, right?”
“Ja, but it’s a little harder to get inside zis vay,” objected Kurt – to no avail, for Wanda began grinding her hips, smearing her wetness all over the sensitive tip of his manhood. He groaned at the marvelous sensation, and his desire to enter her soon eclipsed all other considerations. “Rising up vill make it easier,” conceded the young man.
“I hoped you’d see it my way,” Wanda teased, raking her fingers down Kurt’s chest. The witch rose almost fully upright, granting her bedmate enough room to slip his hand between them to his member and, after a few attempts, align them for entry. Intense concentration etched itself once more onto the young woman’s face as she sank slowly, inexorably downward. A moment later, with only the first third of his length inside her, she froze, a sharp hiss slithering between her gritted teeth.
“Are you alright, Vanda?” asked Kurt, trying to suppress any of his disappointment at the delay from showing in his voice.
“Fine,” she grunted. “You’re so much thicker than my fingers; I wasn’t ready for how intense it’d feel.” Her icy eyes snapped open. “Don’t worry. I’m fine. Just surprised.”
Kurt offered a soothing smile and ran his hands over Wanda’s body. “Still… don’t rush yourself – ach!” Cutting him off, Wanda sank the rest of the way down; the determined expression on her face suggested she wanted to prove her toughness. Her name escaped his lips as the sensation of her envelopment washed over him.
The erstwhile virgin began experimenting with different ways to move herself along Kurt’s embedded length. Although Wanda’s gaze never wavered from his, her eyes adopted a distant focus. “Kurt,” she murmured, “this feels incredible… so much better than my fingers…”
Her hips started pumping rhythmically when she found something that worked for her. An intense moan, accompanied by a shocked look, burst forth from her, and she paused. “I don’t normally vocalize like that, though,” she admitted, looking embarrassed for the first time this afternoon. “Can’t let any of those losers know…”
Kurt chuckled. “I know vhat it’s like to live in a crowded house,” he reminded her. “Today, vit me, you’re free to let it out.” Taking the opportunity to admire her, he decided he liked her current look: wearing nothing except a choker, a garter belt with thigh-high stockings, and those glove-like sleeves. He caressed her pale skin in various places to encourage her to recommence.
“So sweet of you to offer,” the goth girl retorted drolly. “Fair warning, though: when I cum, my hand tends to twitch and fire off hex bolts.” Her hips resumed their previous motion.
“I’ll keep zem occupied,” the young man promised, guiding her hands along his furry chest.
A devious grin lit Wanda’s face. “How’s this?” she purred as she tried raking her dark nails against him.
“Zat feels really nice,” groaned Kurt, and his fur rippled at the sensation of the scratching, which might’ve hurt if not for his fur insulating him. In response, he grabbed both of the young woman’s breasts, giving both a firmer squeeze than he’d ever employed. Her delighted moan confirmed what he’d begun to suspect: Wanda liked things a little rougher than he was used to.
The witch’s pace soon quickened. Her icy eyes squeezed shut. Her moans, instead of building to a crescendo, devolved into a series of harsh, intense gasps. Her nails dug into soft blue fur. Even as she rode the wave of pleasure, though, her hips never wavered, now that she’d found her preferred rhythm. Before long, a second climax arrived in the same fashion.
Despite the pleasant sensations of the goth girl gliding up and down his length, Kurt couldn’t quite enjoy himself enough to build towards his own climax. He realized that Wanda’s upright position kept his manhood, buried inside her, bent uncomfortably upward as well, perpendicular to his body. When Wanda paused to catch her breath after her third orgasm, he decided to be as direct with her as she’d been with him thus far: “Vanda, I need you to lean down. It’ll feel better for me.”
The dazed witch merely nodded and complied, easing herself into a new position lying flush atop Kurt, face-to-face, her breasts against his chest. Her fingers tangled in Kurt’s hair. “The fur feels nice on my nipples,” Wanda murmured with a wry smirk and a playful tone. She ground herself experimentally along Kurt’s length, seeking to reestablish a pleasurable rhythm.
The German mutant groaned his partner’s name. In this new position, all discomfort had vanished, replaced entirely by the bliss of the goth girl’s slick, wet heat around him. The new position also allowed for more friction, or perhaps pressure, on his sensitive tip. Kurt groaned again as he felt himself careening towards his own climax.
“I can feel you twitching,” cooed Wanda. “Finish whenever you like, Kurt.” She nibbled his lip encouragingly.
“You don’t vant to finish together?” asked Kurt, holding onto Wanda’s waist with his hands and coiling his tail around her ankle, fighting for every last moment.
“I’ve had three already, so I don’t mind.” The goth girl rolled her hips, making the young man groan. “Going for four would make you wait for yours, and you’ve already been such a good sport.”
Even if he’d wanted to offer to “go for four” anyway, Wanda’s renewed vigor launched Kurt past the event horizon of his orgasm. Instead, he called out the witch’s name before needling her neck with small bites. Bucking beneath his bedmate, he felt the powerful pulses of his release into her.
The two teens didn’t move for a long moment. Kurt panted for breath, while Wanda seemed reluctant to stir. Nevertheless, the young man’s spent manhood slipped out, prompting the young woman to roll onto her back beside him.
“That felt weird, when you ejaculated into me,” the witch hummed. “I think I like it.”
“I’m glad to hear it,” Kurt replied with a smirk, one which faded when he saw, at close range, her pale skin starting to bruise at the base of her neck where he’d nipped her with his fangs. “I’m even gladder you didn’t hex me.”
“My idea, to keep my hands busy, must’ve worked,” replied the witch. “I felt my powers trying to surge, though.”
“Vhat does zat mean?” wondered a now-alarmed X-Man.
“No idea,” admitted Wanda. “My powers are often… chaotic.” She sat up to regard the viscous mixture of fluids now seeping from her privates. Reaching down, the goth girl tried to blot herself, apparently not wanting any to drip onto her dark bedsheets.
When the witch’s fingers contacted the oozy fluid, something truly unexpected occurred.
Blue energy wreathed Wanda’s hand, as when she wielded her powers. Instead of a hex bolt, however, the blue glow traveled up her arm and neck into the base of her skull. The witch’s icy irises shone with a faint blue light. Her jaw dropped, and she gasped.
Concerned, Kurt asked, “Are you alright, Vanda?”
“I’m not sure,” answered the witch in a daze. “My powers just flared up, but not in the way they normally do.” Her still-glowing eyes darted left and right. “The best way I can describe it is this: I’m having visions.” Before Kurt could inquire further, she added, “Let me concentrate on what I’m doing, and I’ll explain later.”
The furry mutant sighed and stared at the ceiling. He’d never enjoyed waiting, especially when his curiosity felt this intense. His tail flicked impatiently. Fatigue from his recent exertions threatened to pull him into slumber, but Kurt fought to maintain consciousness.
Wanda’s voice, breaking the lengthy silence, drew Kurt’s attention: “This will sound crazy, but… I think I was seeing into other universes.”
Kurt shot up. “Vhat? Other universes?” She wasn’t wrong, he thought; it did sound crazy.
The witch’s eyes, no longer aglow, locked with his, her bewilderment plain to see in the ice-blue irises. “It’s just… images… fragments of images,” she tried to explain. “They might’ve been possible futures, too. I don’t know.”
The German teen took one of the goth girl’s hands gently, hoping to soothe her so she wouldn’t sound so worried. “Sounds scary, honestly. You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t vant to.”
Wanda shook her head. “I’ll need more time to try to make sense of everything I saw. I’ll be in touch, okay?”
“Besides zat veirdness at ze end,” Kurt pressed, “did you enjoy yourself? Vas your first time everything you’d hoped for?”
The witch snorted and shook her head, but she couldn’t hide the faint blush staining her cheeks. “You’ve got a lot of nerve, asking that after I came three times.” She shot him a seemingly-venomous but ultimately-toothless glare. “I suppose I’d have liked one more so we could finish together. You’ll have to do better next time.”
Kurt laughed and began to retort, but the sound of a jeep pulling up to the house outside preempted him. He could just hear the raucous laughter of Quicksilver and Blob outside as the jeep’s engine shut off. A glance at the clock showed 5:30; the time had gotten away from them both.
“Verdammt. I need to get out of here!” the young man muttered as he began hurriedly dressing. Wanda tried to help, mostly by handing Kurt his boots when they were most needed. Once dressed, he darted in for a brief kiss farewell before vanishing in a puff of smoke.
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A/N: As I think I mentioned in the last chapter's AN, I originally intended Kurt's encounter with Wanda to encompass only a single chapter; but as I wrote, the story grew to the point where I knew I needed two. When I got to the end, Wanda's visions seemed to want more than a brief or rushed conversation; but I didn't want to drag the chapter out with it, either. So I crafted this ending to it, leaving the mystery until next chapter. I guess it worked out, though, to have this chapter 13, released the day after April Fool's, star Scarlet Witch and all her chaos magic.
For you readers (especially those who most wanted Kurt/Wanda), I'll echo Kurt's question to her: Was it everything you'd hoped for? Let me know in the reviews, or a PM on the forums.
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