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The Thing That Came On X-mas Eve	By : Ksennin Category: X-men Comics > General Views: 7642 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The elements raged around her in the night sky. Rain, wind, thunder and lightning performed a crescendo of Wagnerian proportions, reflecting the growing desperation of their Mistress.
The X-Man called Storm flew through a dark cloud that had nothing to do with the weather. Surrounding her, like a plague of demonic locust, the beings known as N'Garai swarmed, multiple clawed hands seeking holds on the young mutant's body. Several of the flying fiends blandished ethereal lances of solidified sorcerous energy, which all too often came close to spearing her through.
None of the N'Garai was over two feet tall. They had skeletal-like humanoid bodies with oversized heads of grotesque demonic features, but their frail-looking limbs belied their tenacious strength. No matter how hard Storm strained to fly clear, she was unable to shake them off for more than brief instants. The winds she generated to keep herself aloft had reached gale intensity, yet the powerful gusts could barely keep her attackers from grabbing onto her, no matter how fast and hard she banked and dove in mid-air.
Storm was growing desperate. Her mutant powers of weather-manipulation, which had labeled her a goddess back in Kenya, seemed practically useless against the cluster of small but vicious foes. She tried to strike at them with hands or feet as well, but they seemed to grow as insubstantial as fog. She could almost believe them to be illusions, if in the nearby mansion that was home to the X-Men a hideous monster of gigantic proportions, the self-proclaimed master of the demonic beings, was not engaging her teammates in a duel to the death.
Her target was the ancient stone cairn nestled in the thick woods below, a rune-covered artifact which had apparently given the N'Garai access to the Earth dimension; her destroying it could be the only way to stop their attack. So far her need for constant evasive maneuvers would not allow her the chance to strike at it with a focused lightning bolt, yet each second she was delayed could mean the death of a friend.
She could wait no longer. Gritting her teeth, she rammed through the creatures in a sudden swerve, and headed down, focusing her power, sweeping the damp, ionized air around her for the necessary energy.
Her dive was instantly cut short, and her mouth opened wide in a breathless cry, as a glowing, immaterial shaft suddenly protruded between her breasts. It pierced her for a fraction of a second, before vanishing into nothingness, its evil work done.
The sharp, multifaceted pain had been unspeakable. While no physical wound remained, Storm felt her chest burn with cold fire, and her concentration was broken. As she lost control of her flight, a dozen clawed hands grabbed her limbs, hair and clothing, securing her in viselike grips.
"NO!" she yelled, struggling in vain to dislodge the creatures, appalled at the cold, clammy touch on the exposed skin of her arms, legs, neck and midsection. The squirming creatures closed in, pressing tighter, seeming to compact around her into a dense single mass. Storm felt panic rise as her claustrophobia compounded her already mounting horror.
"GET OFF ME!"
Suddenly, while the N'Garai held her fast in their grasp, a blast of eldritch energy erupted from the carved piece of stone below, striking the X-Man in an eerie, silent conflagration.
Feeling her consciousness slip away, Storm could barely register anymore the myriad hands greedily pulling her down. Down to the dark woods. Down to the cairn.
The ancient tower of stone stood in a rocky clearing, a small, bare spot where the woods could not or would not venture. It was carved with complex patterns and indecipherable symbols, remnants of languages lost to the memory of the world. Each carved line now glowed with cold fire.
The massed creatures laid their captive face-up on the large flat stone at the foot of the cairn, a rough platform stained with faded blotches of dark colors of forgotten origins. They voiced strange incantations in tones below the threshold of human hearing, as they spread the young woman’s legs and arms apart. The viselike fingers of several N’Garai gripped her ankles and wrists, while others ran sharp claws over her prone body, tearing apart the tough fabric of her distinctive uniform as if it were flimsier than paper.
Rain struck her face and body, now bare but for her thigh-high boots and the tattered cape spread under her, while rainwater flowed down the prominent curves of full breasts, muscular thighs and high cheekbones. Hands that had shredded her clothes began to slide over her smooth, wet skin with deliberate slowness. Still unconscious despite the pouring rain and the many inhuman hands boldly exploring her body, Ororo shifted in the grasp of her captors with a grimace of discomfort. Her mind seemed trapped in the strange rhythms of the mumbling voices, as they grew slowly into a kind of urgent, primordial chant.
The beings clustered over the fallen heroine, humming continuously while groping her firm flesh. Raking claws left small trickles of blood in their wake. Gnarled fingers kneaded roughly her soft teats or pinched sensitive nipples. Assorted demonic faces leaned closer, sharp teeth biting at the slowly hardening nubs and the tender flesh around them.
Storm squirmed at the rough caresses, yet arched her back slightly, leaning into them. The N'Garai chant, barely audible yet omnipresent, seemed to permeate her whole physical being, creating an undeniable sense of need that her clouded mind could not fathom.
A small N'Garai, hunched between her spread thighs, extended an inhumanly long tongue and began to lick a trail down her taut abdomen, before finally moving to the junction of her legs.
The chant grew in power.
She gasped as the slimy tongue began to work on her sex, first teasing the outer folds, and then probing into her wet depths. The daring ministrations sent an intense tremor through her frame, to join the rhythmic pulsing caused by the N’Garai chant.
The caresses in all areas grew more insistent, as did the chanting itself. Her captive body started to move in response, undulating sinuously, as if dancing to slow yet powerful beats, her fast, heavy breathing a disjointed counterpoint. The very rocks and ground under her seemed to echo the powerful pulses shaking her body.
Then, as the chant seemingly reached its point of no return, the cairn looming above the X-man and her captors released a sudden flash of cold, blinding light, and a dark towering silhouette appeared from nowhere, back-framed in the unholy light.
The throng of small N'Garai, their chant subduing to a low, constant humming, moved slowly away from Storm, except for the groups grabbing her ankles and wrists, and the one still busy between her legs, facing away from the newly arrived figure.
A long, sinewy arm reached out with blinding speed, and two lumps of dead flesh struck the ground yards away in different spots, the disembodied head's long tongue still dripping warm fluids.
It stood almost nine feet tall even in its crouching posture. Like other N'Garai, it visually resembled a grotesquely distorted skeleton coiled with long wiry muscles and tendons under a leathery hide. Unlike its smaller kind, it sported a long, sinuous tail, continuing the ridge of irregular bulbous protrusions also lining the back of the wide torso. Its head was stretched into a long peaked skull with flaring horn-like extensions bulging from prominent brow ridges, under which deep-set, slit-like eyes glowed with unholy life. The cadaverous features led to a muzzle-like, lipless mouth bearing sharp teeth and vicious fangs. Powerful jaws opened to reveal a long, slimy tongue dripping thick saliva.
The N'Garai Warlord looked at the unconscious young woman down before it. In the faint light of the glowing cairn carvings, the alien eyes sparkled as it considered the graceful curves of her prostrate body, the wet dark skin contrasting with the spread mane of long silvery hair; a perfect offering to start the conquest of a world.
Its rival Warlord Kierrog could waste time elsewhere, it thought. There was much to be enjoyed here.
The monster leaned forward, lowering itself to all fours above Storm, the slow motion of its lean limbs hinting at enormous contained power, despite the emaciated appearance of its frame. The snake-like tongue contorted to first lick at its own fangs, saliva flowing freely from its maw, before sliding to run obscenely over the silken skin of breasts, neck and cheeks, making her squirm in nervous, prescient reaction. The N'Garai servants tugged on her limbs, opening her legs even wider and bending them at the knees to allow a better positioning beneath their master, while between the bent, triple-jointed legs of the monster, a shaft of blackened, ridged flesh began to grow in length and girth.
Storm groaned softly. Her mind was on the verge of wakefulness, but the N'Garai chant still lingered in her, her body continuing to rock and undulate to its now muted rhythm. Registering the cessation of the previous multiple caresses, her body was growing restless in undefined anticipation, and the weather all around echoed it. The air pressure had built up to almost unbearable levels and the sounds of the heavy downpour of rain resembled the tense drumming preceding a dramatic event.
The member growing from the creature's groin had already reached enormous dimensions, and its knobby head pressed against the gleaming swollen folds of the X-man's sex, even before the being had settled itself fully between her legs. Storm squirmed at the cold contact of the inhuman member on her most delicate flesh, and nebulous questions began to push through her mind, fighting against a wild jumble of strange sensations and impulses.
Why could she no longer feel the rain? Did that matter? Did anything matter beyond her urgent need, one which she could not consciously name?
Before Storm could muster any clear rational thought, the N'Garai lunged down and forward, driving its huge phallus into the young woman, impaling her with a single fluid thrust.
Storm gasped for air and her eyes opened wide in pain and shock and bewilderment. Her whole body tensed violently in response to the overpowering influx of sensation from her core. The first thrust into her sex was immediately followed by another and another, a multitude of savage piston-like intrusions that made her nerves cry out loudly in dramatically conflicting signals that fought for supremacy over her awareness. In the instants her senses sought answers to what was happening, to make sense of her abrupt jolt into waking reality, she had already begun to push back unconsciously against the N'Garai's thrusts, seeking to match its rhythm, to catch up with the rush of impossible pleasure and pain exploding from their junction.
Her moans, cries, and gasps lasted mere seconds while her body reacted in mindless, instinctive acceptance of the dark, ravenous lust that had grown unbidden in her core, seeking to consume her, until finally, as she overcame the shadows of confusion and want, Storm realized in a flash of horror the true nature of her predicament. Crying out, she shook her head from side to side in an instant of futile denial, her voice failing to vocalize fully the surge of conflicting rage, fear, and disbelief.
Sensing her wakefulness, the N'Garai began to thrust harder and faster, driving the monstrous member even deeper into the hot, drenched depths of its captive. Sensation rose exponentially at her core, and Storm could only arch her back and throw her head backwards in a violent spasm, gasping loudly again and again, in time to the powerful rhythms of the physical assault overwhelming her body.
In unlikely reflection of its unwilling mate, the N'Garai tossed its own head backward and roared with a deep, inhuman voice its unmistakable delight. Fragile as she was, the human was proving far more delicious to possess than it had expected, her body and soul was rich in magnificent depths, and her hunger nearly matched its own.
With eyes closed shut, fists clenched, lean muscles straining in desperation, Storm fought the maelstrom growing in power and urgency inside her, desperate to scream, to dislodge the viselike grips on her limbs, to throw off the fearsome monster mounting her, to stop her own body from its bewildering yet undeniably powerful reaction to her assault - to ultimately break free, from captors, ravisher, and her own sensations and urges - from everything.
"NO!" Storm finally screamed, her whole body arching off the rock slab, hips surging upwards like with a life of their own, supporting herself on head and feet, as her mind and body exploded into a violent convulsion of powerful, all-consuming pleasure.
The sound of the shattering cairn was deafening, as the lightning turned night into day for long, eerie instants.
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It felt like eons before Storm could muster enough strength to rise up. She was drenched, the rain having continued unabated after her final collapse, and her whole body trembled, though not with cold.
To her bafflement, there were no traces of the N'Garai, big or small. Her nude body, the scattered remains of the cairn and the charred grounds and trees around her, were the only evidence present of all that had transpired.
It would be easy to think it had all been some kind of illusion, a trick or sorcery as insubstantial as the small creatures had at times been. Yet she could hardly ignore the deep soreness pulsing in her most tender areas. Even if it had vanished like a ghost come morning, the thing that had taken her had been real at least in one sense. She could even recall faintly feeling it fade to nothingness while still inside her.
She felt both relief and horror. She had experienced something terrible, an almost unspeakable ordeal. Yet somehow, she had succeeded. She had destroyed the cairn and banished the N'Garai. Perhaps she had actually saved the world.
Surely that justified the price she had paid.
Storm shook her head. How could she deal rationally with what had happened, and how it had happened? Even for someone who faced the extraordinary as often as an X-Man did, to mate with an extra-dimensional demon, to be possessed by a veritable monster, was hardly a trivial event. But terrifying as the brief glimpse of her hideous inhuman ravisher had been, even more shocking were her own physical reactions, and the astounding ultimate result.
Despite her outrage, fear, and revulsion, she had experienced, in the arms of her inhuman enemy, her first true orgasm ever, and it had been utterly fantastic. Nothing in her past experiences had ever led her to believe that sex could be so powerful, so brutally delicious. But had it been a unique event? Could only such a creature as the N'Garai make her feel pleasures of that magnitude?
It had surely been sorcery, she decided. The evil power of the mystical N'Garai had affected her mind and warped her senses, rendering her vulnerable, unnaturally responsive. Only that could explain her reactions under such unpleasant circumstances. Only that could explain the intensity of her climax.
Disturbing as was the realization of her unlikely climax, maybe it had also allowed her victory. Never before had she summoned lightning on such a scale, and possibly nothing less could have destroyed the cairn. Maybe only her panic and anger, and that particular instant of violent, overblown release of orgasmic energy, had made her reach so far past her normal limits.
But did it make it alright? Did the end justify the means? Could she so casually accept that she had actually enjoyed being ravished by a fearsome monster?
Suddenly, Storm realized that she still ignored the fate of her fellow X-Men, and whether they still needed help or not. She could not afford to waste more time sorting her troubled feelings, her anger and shame, and chided herself for such weakness. It was unlike her to be so selfish, so lacking in self-control. Any personal issues would need to be held back for later, she decided.
Covering herself with the wet, tattered cape, Storm flew up into the air, heading for the Mansion, while dawn began to color the skies of a new day.
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