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The Savage Land Imbroglio	By : Ksennin Category: X-men Comics > General Views: 9884 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Karl Lykos lived a solitary life.
He had always been different. For as long as he could remember, he had never known thirst or hunger. All he knew was a kind of emptiness, and the sweet fulfillment that came from draining life-energy.
At first, it had not been so bad. He could buy live bait from any fishing store, and that would sate his appetite. He actually saved money on groceries. Although he knew he was like those people that were always on TV—the superheroes, the supervillains, the mutants—he was able to keep it under control. He didn’t want to be special. He didn’t want to be anything. He was happy being Karl Lykos.
Then he met Tanya and he had a wife. The beginnings of a family. Only then, when he was at his happiest, did he have the misfortune of meeting a mutant. Of being unable to resist draining that X-gene life-energy, so much greater than even an elephant! And then, what the power had unlocked—the dark side of his mind—the reptilian center—the monster—
He fled, both as Karl Lykos trying to flee from the mutants who were seemingly everywhere, free drugs to a junkie, and as the monster, running from the cops, the Avengers, the Defenders, SHIELD. Until finally, he wound up in the Savage Land. No mutants. Barely any people. Here, he could be Karl Lykos again, surviving on the flora and fauna of this ancient place. It was lonely, it was dangerous—it was home.
And then came the morning of the airship, when he felt a queasily familiar stirring—the pull of mutant power, far in the distance, but still so close he felt like he could reach out and…
Karl jerked out of bed, his flailing body knocking aside the few possessions he had populated his cave home with. It had been so long… and he’d had such power… Karl looked around, trying to center him. He was Karl Lykos, Karl Lykos… and he was living in a hole in the ground, not the house he’d once owned, not even the dorm room he’d shared… a fucking hole! Why did he have to suffer this way, while every other mutant got to frolic around in skintight spandex, playing baseball or hanging around with naked blue women? Why should he live as a hermit to spare them?
Because it was his burden, of course, his alone to bear, everyone else had their own, this was his, they would leave, everyone always left, he just had to wait them out…
No! NO! No more waiting! Don’t let them slip away! Don’t keep on subsisting on bait worms like a fucking fish! Either put yourself out of your misery or damn well claim your birthright! You’re a mutant! This is what you were meant for! Embrace it! Take what’s yours!
Karl Lykos found himself pulled to his feet like he was held by invisible rope. The smallest iota of mutant radiation was in the air, and he could already feel the irresistible transformation beginning. He wanted more. So much more. And as he stalked in the direction of that invisible pull, he knew he would get it.
He was Karl Lykos.
But he was also something else.
***
"No! Nein! Bad dino!" Taking hold of the ankylosaurus's neck, Dr. Elsa rubbed the dinosaur's nose in the mess it had made on the carpet, painstakingly salvaged from the old science lab so she wouldn't have to worry about splinters from the wooden floor. "We do not go number one in the house!"
Shanna had found the ankylosaurus as a pup after it was orphaned by a Rex attack. Although everyone had been enthusiastic about the idea of bringing up a dinosaur pet, Elsa was sure she was the only one who bothered to discipline him. It wasn't much for a renowned scientist, the toast of Project Vengeance, but studying whether a dinosaur had enough brains to be domesticated was better than wallowing in hunting and fighting like the others did. It wasn't even her discipline, though--what she wouldn't give for a few beakers and a proper microscope!
"Are you busy, Mother?" Shanna asked, entering silently as always--this time through a ventilation hole high up to the roof. She crept along the rafters as Elsa shooed Earl Sinclair the ankylosaurus (she would never understand American pop culture references).
"No, Shanna. I am not busy at all."
She probably should've been somewhat perturbed to hear Shanna once again refer to her as Mother, a habit she'd started after reading some books that informed her of the concept of parents. But then, part of her genetic stock was Dr. Elsa's DNA. So Elsa figured it was more or less accurate.
Shanna nodded and leapt down, executing a flawless landing in a crouch that she rose from immediately. If it had happened at any gymnastics competition in the world, Elsa would've applauded. But because it was Shanna, she only offered a tight smile in greeting.
"Mother," Shanna said, her flat voice displaying a touch of nervousness, "do men like it when you touch their phalluses?"
It was good to know, even after so many years learning about this place, that it could still surprise Elsa. But not at the moment. "Muh-muh-manual stimulation of the genitalia is often found pleasant by adult males. Why do you ask?" She surprised herself by how calmly she spoke her question.
"I touched Zar's phallus. After I asked him first. He seemed to enjoy--" Shanna gave Elsa a confidential look, "--reaching ejaculation, but then he excused himself and left. Did I do something wrong?"
"No, Shanna, I'm sure you excelled at it, as per usual." Elsa really wished the child development specialists had showed up.
"But in Doc's magazines, the manual stimulation leads to vaginal or anal intercourse, finishing in oral or mammary stimulation and then ejaculation." Shanna's hands were clasped behind her back like a schoolgirl who'd received poor marks on a test. "Are you sure I did nothing wrong?"
Elsa would've sworn if only she didn't want Shanna to pick up some very poor German. She'd told Doc to keep his magazines well-hidden. "Those magazines are not scientifically accurate!"
"They used poor research?" Shanna asked.
"In the extreme. There is much more to pleasing a male--and being pleased--than just ejaculation on the brüste!"
Shanna took her hands out from behind her back. She held a dinosaur tooth--the flat end indicating a herbivore, Elsa noted--but its size and shape making it extremely suggestive within the context of the conversation.
"Mother, would you show me how to please?" Shanna's smile was just nervous enough to be irresistible. "And be pleased?"
***
Logan had been through a lot of things that should’ve killed him over the years. Falls were a big one. No matter how hard he tried to keep his feet on the ground, bad guys always put their offices in towers or skyscrapers or cliffs or fucking Heli-Carriers, and it was always “Hey, Wolvie, you don’t need a parachute, do ya?”
Well, he’d fucking well like one, thanks!
As far as bungee-jumping without the cord went, this one wasn’t so bad. He didn’t land on jagged rocks or lava or anything like that. He went sideways as best he could, trying to glide some so he’d hit at an angle instead of dead-on. Ended up plowing through enough palm trees to garden Sunset Boulevard. Then he pushed up grass, a bunch of it. Finally, he stopped, only some of his skin scraped off, the rest covered in a thick layer of dirt.
“Watch that first step, Piotr,” he coughed out, most of the dust he’d kicked up seeming to have ended up in his lungs. “It’s a doozy.”
Still, just because he looked like the Phantom of the Opera with no damn mask was no reason to lollygag around. He picked himself up, dusted himself off as best he could, and looked around. The Savage Land. Best damn jungle in the world. No bulldozers, no highways, no condos full of homeowners getting upset when they put free food in the raccoons’ hunting ground and the damn raccoons went and ate it. Just nature. Red in tooth and claw, just the way he liked it.
And, aw hell, he could say it. “I fucking love dinosaurs,” Logan said to himself. Long as he was here, it’d be damn fun getting into a ruckus with a T-rex or a Stegosaurus or whatever this fucked-up place had on tap. In fact, now that his senses were getting acclimated to all the prehistoric spoor, he thought he had a fight in the making on his scope.
Half-mile away, human boy was facing down a pair of big cats that made your average puma look like a funny video on the internet. Logan ran—luckily, his face had broken his fall, so his legs had gotten the best of it. In just a handful of seconds he was there, watching nature’s stand-off. Boy was a native; wasn’t shitting himself or crying for his mommy, just holding a knife up to put a hurting on ‘fore he checked out. Logan could respect that. The hombre wasn’t a city boy; maybe he cheated on his taxes, maybe he told his momma she looked fat, but the way Logan saw it, he’d earned getting taken off the menu the moment he pulled the knife instead of running for it.
Good-looking kid too. Nice head of hair, long runner’s legs, long runner’s arms, face like that goober in the movie with the tiger and the raft who Kitty seemed half in love with. And the girly had good taste in men, ‘cept for hanging out with Logan all damn day. Kid that pretty probably had a girl back home. Girl didn’t deserve to cry over her cute boyfriend, just cuz he was dumb enough to walk downwind of two starving kitties.
The sabretooths knew it was over; they hadn’t noticed Logan yet, so they were just savorin’ the boy’s fear. Growling at him, sniffing at him, feinting at pouncing. They were trying to break him down, make ‘im piss himself so he wouldn’t even defend himself, just play dead until they made it permanent. A nice, easy kill out of nice, easy prey. Kid was giving as good as he got, though, snaking his knife out, barking out at the sabretooths like they should be afraid of him, buying himself time.
Logan popped his claws. Snikt. The cats heard it. So did the boy. Both were confused, not afraid.
The Savage Land didn’t know what adamantium sounded like. Wolverine figured it was high time everyone learned.
***
Gleaming teeth gnashed and snapped on soft flesh. Clawed fingers raked over skin to leave scarlet lines. Voices rose in agonized exertion—grunting, groaning, moaning, even laughing. After long minutes of bodies surging against each other, wrestling for supremacy until one was overwhelmed and forced down to the ground, finally came the moment of impalement. Again and again, the loser was penetrated, the hard strikes coming faster and faster until finally they was a spray of fluids, a scream of defeat that trailed down to a whisper of acceptance.
Dr. Elsa lay on her back upon her bedcovers, trying to catch her breath as Shanna knelt over her, not even winded, the dinosaur tooth in her hand wetly dripping.
“That was most informative, Mother. I sense you’re tired, though.” This was an understatement in the extreme. Elsa had been hunted by dinosaurs almost since the war ended, and she’d never been this winded. “I will continue our research at a later date. For now, I will do independent study. Would now be an appropriate time for a kiss of mutual affection?”
“Yes, mein Tochter… oh yes.”
Shanna leaned down and, showing considerably more nervousness than she had in the past hour, placed her lips against Elsa’s cheek, held them there, and then withdrew.
“How was that?” she asked softly.
“Most satisfactory, Shanna. As was… everything else.”
Shanna beamed as best she could through the poker face she customarily wore, and then moved away, pausing only to retrieve her top and bottom from the floor. She’d heard an explosion in the sky that she would’ve investigated earlier, but Dr. Elsa’s head had been between her legs and it was so… educational.
She took the dinosaur tooth with her.
Long minutes later, Elsa found it in herself to stagger out of her hut. Half her hair was frazzled out of its bun, her thick glasses were askew, and her usually tightly-buttoned clothes now showed enough skin to start a beach party.
Doc, who’d resolved to start going on at least one walk each day, happened to catch her on the way to the bathing pond. One look at her and—well, that had his dirty mags beat all hollow.
“Fraulein? You okay?”
Dr. Elsa looked at him as if she were just noticing the existence of other people on planet Earth for the first time. Slowly, she adjusted her glasses. “I believe my hypothesis regarding Shanna’s mating cycle was most correct.”
***
Gently wafting down on its three parachutes, the escape pod landed in a jungle clearing of dirt and palm fronds, the impact only rough enough to jostle the martini Emma was sipping. That was still far too much for her exacting standards. She’d spilled a little on her nude body, and just knew she could expect her skin to be sticky later.
“As if it weren’t enough that this pod is as cramped as a refrigerator box, now the shock absorbers submit us to that. Honestly, I should have sprung for the deluxe model. I thought I’d never even use the escape pod, that it was just for peace of mind, but now here we are.” When the hatch popped open, a roll of carpet automatically rolled out for Emma’s bare feet to walk on. She stepped out into the jungle and stretched. “It just goes to show, never indulge in penny-pinching. Anything worth buying is worth buying expensively.”
Tessa followed her out, wondering if she should prepare Emma another martini, then no longer wondering when Emma tossed the martini glass aside. Emma turned back around to Tessa. The spy noted with some ruefulness that Emma’s nipples, so hardened by the thought of sparring with Jean, were quite soft despite the many minutes she’d spent with Tessa in her lap.
Emma gestured to her. “Well, strip. No sense being modest now that you’ve ridden me down from a mile up like a reenactment of Dr. Strangelove.”
Tessa could’ve blushed. She knew Emma had been interrupted before they’d finished their last quickie, but she’d calculated only a forty-two percent chance that Emma would be a big enough slut to insist they continue. “You want me to take my clothes off?”
Emma saw what she was thinking, even with her telepathic powers not really working on Tessa. “Oh, you poor bitch. You really are gagging for it, aren’t you?” Walking up to Tessa, she pinched her cheek like a favorite niece. “Later, my darling, I promise you. I know how that quim of yours burns for me, but out here? When some beastly lizard could devour us instead of me devouring you? No, that simply wouldn’t do. I merely need your clothes to avoid ruining my skin tone in this abhorrent sun.”
“But…” Tessa stammered. She’d only calculated a twelve percent chance that Emma would have any desire to put clothes on. “What will I wear?”
“You have on underwear, don’t you?”
“No!”
Emma grinned widely. “Good girl. Come now, off with them. It isn’t anything I haven’t seen before… and felt… and licked… and ejaculated upon…”
Tessa unzipped her catsuit before Emma could continue. She was only slightly gratified by how Emma stopped to stare as more and more of her body was revealed. The deepening curve of her cleavage, then the long unbroken stretch of her abdomen, finally the pubic hair that’d been shaved into a triangle—half a diamond. She could’ve kept going with the zipper; it went all the way around, up her buttocks to the small of her back, so that judicious use of the two sliders could expose any number of things—and had. But she stopped at her perineum and simply stepped out of the catsuit, handing it to Emma with as little rancor as possible.
“Thank you, my sweetest.” Emma’s smile was subtle but sincere as looked over Tessa’s naked body. “Have you lost weight?"
This time Tessa did blush. Flattered.
Emma pushed her feet into the snug rubber that lined the leather suit’s inside, careful and dignified. Once finished, she rolled the legs up. The leather creaked as it stretched around her legs, and Emma frowned at the thought that her thighs were bigger than Tessa’s. Of course, then she was pulling the leather up against her crotch. Usually, underwear would prevent any embarrassment, but circumstances had dictated that there was nothing to prevent her from feeling the leather… body-warm from Tessa’s flesh… cushioning her groin. It felt right as rain.
Next came her arms, worked easily into the tight black leather—not her preferred color, of course, but it was after Labor Day and she might as well indulge that idiotic custom for once. Her hands fit easily into the sleeves and then into the gloves at the end, the fitting pulling the suit tight over her body—and even tighter over her crotch. She had been thinking of letting sex-starved little Tessa wiggle on the hook for a while, just for fun, but now she thought that as soon as she got her alone—well, the catsuit was giving her all kinds of naughty thoughts.
Lastly, she pulled the zipper up. It went ably up her pubis and stomach, but stopped at her breasts. Pulling the zipper up naturally squeezed her breasts in—quite a sight, but they didn’t go quite all the way, certainly not enough for the zipper to go up to her neck as intended. Emma cupped her breasts, wiggling them about to try and shimmy them into place, but that just pushed the zipper down further. Emma pulled hard on the zipper, trying to force it over her cleavage, but the thing would sooner bust then obey. Her breasts were simply too large to fit into Tessa’s catsuit.
“Of all the problems to have…!” Emma rued, then looked over at Tessa to gauge how she looked, the zipper at her solar plexus with its weight just barely holding the higher two halves of the suit close enough to conceal her breasts. At least, some of them.
Judging by the wide-eyed and somewhat flustered look of schoolgirl lust Tessa was giving her, the effect was perhaps even better than it would be if she’d been able to get the zipper all the way up. The skintight leather hugged her curves even tighter than it had Tessa’s, all but her cleavage, which was for the most part gloriously unencumbered. Classy enough for a Savage Land.
Emma stepped into Tessa’s black high heels, completing the picture. “Well, this will do for now. Perhaps they’ll have something more fitting at our destination.”
“We’re going somewhere?” Tessa asked.
“Of course, dear. You didn’t think I’d fly all this way simply to have Jean Grey all to myself, did you? Not with gas prices being what they are.” Emma shook her head, tutting. “No, we’re killing two birds with one stone. By the end of our little safari, Ms. Grey will be mine and the Hellfire Club will be more powerful than ever.” She held her hand over her forehead, shielding her eyes from the sun. “Ah, I think I see our vacation spot. Come along, Tessa. The sooner we get there, the sooner you can pleasure me.”
They set off. In the distance, the building Emma had spotted beckoned, its only motion the moth-eaten Nazi banners fluttering in the breeze.
***
Piotr was going to be sick.
Currently, he was in a crater in the ground. A few minutes ago, he had been on a ship a mile up in the air. He had taken the quickest way down. Scott had been right—the fall hadn’t killed him. He’d felt it, but it hadn’t even hurt. No, what got to him was the nausea. Dropping like he was on a roller-coaster stacked atop ten other roller-coasters, tossing and turning in the air, getting buffeted by deltas and air currents… it was a wonder he hadn’t vomited.
His stomach felt like it would never settle, migrated to somewhere in his throat, and so he stayed flat on his back as the dust settled. Since none of the dinosaurs he’d seen on the way down had showed up with intent to eat him, he remained lying there. He took deep breaths. He exhaled fully. After several nauseous minutes, he felt his stomach be reeled in to its proper location. Once more, he could breathe without smelling bile.
Now feeling aches and pains, like he’d slept on his back wrong, Piotr sat up and assessed his situation. He could move all his limbs without any more pain than he felt keeping them still; his metal bones hadn’t broken. Dented, maybe. His uniform, though, was a lost cause. Hitting the ground as he had, he must’ve busted through multiple layers of bedrock inches below the surface. That, coupled with his friction against the dirt, had rent the costume like a cat at curtains. All that was left were a few stripes and, thankfully, his boots. Even his shorts were gone, all that was left his utility belt. The Little Colossus, as he’d heard young Katya call it during some ribald speculation he sincerely wished he hadn’t overheard, was lying in the dirt.
He’d needed to find some sort of pant-object before the others found him. Perhaps a grass-skirt? How did those Hawaiian girls make those? Before he could ponder it, he noticed there was a woman on the lip of his crater, crouched the way some of his more animalistic friends did—shoulders low, haunches up. A very pretty woman, at that.
Piotr covered herself as best he could, but even with both hands, it was difficult. His penis couldn’t very well dwindle when it was made of metal. “Hello there. I am… I am Piotr Rasputin, of the X-Men.”
She was staring at him intently. A bit unnervingly, actually. Her blue eyes seemed to dig into him, measuring him out in a million different ways. “I am Shanna.”
“My pleasure to meet you, Shanna. I apologize for my state of dress…” Piotr tried to get to his feet, but found the ground sliding away under him. Metal could be very slippery. He dropped onto his back.
In a flash, Shanna had scurried down the crater to him. She held out her hand. “May I touch you?”
She meant to help him up? Piotr doubted she would do much good, but decided to spare her feelings. Hoping his left forearm was enough to cover himself, he offered his right hand. “Thank you, Miss Shanna.”
She brushed it aside and grabbed onto his manhood quite firmly. Piotr could do little more than let out a surprised groan.
***
Shanna felt hot.
It’d started a few weeks ago. She’d begun to feel a sort of twitch between her legs in idle moments, a spark, a slickness. It was most especially present when she woke up, not remembering her dreams. Then it’d begun to haunt her waking hours too, most especially when she was with Zar. Before, she’d known that he fancied her, but it more amused her than anything else, much like some of the soldiers’ clumsy attempts to see her naked. She enjoyed playing dumb to their intentions, once Dr. Elsa had explained what they were after. But when the heat started, she couldn’t help wondering at the jokes. She had never had a ‘good hard reaming’ as Private Marshall said when he thought she couldn’t hear. What if she liked it? What if she really liked it?
She also began to notice Zar’s body—long, lean, and his face… warm and cute. She did like cute. She might not fawn over it, like the soldiers did when they spotted the odd koala bear, but she could appreciate it. It seemed the important bits were between the legs, but she would much rather look at Zar’s face while those parts did their work than any other’s.
Now she saw ‘Piotr’ and the heat flushed through her. It’d simmered when she was with Zar, boiled over when she was with Dr. Elsa, but now… he was so big… and his metal gleamed so beautifully… and he was so big…
As soon as he gave permission, she touched his cock. It was just as hard to the touch as it looked, even harder than the dinosaur tooth had been. And it was cold. As cool and smooth as the bedsheets had been when Dr. Elsa had taught her pleasure. She rubbed it, but his face remained more confused than anything else. It didn’t change the way Zar’s had. She rubbed harder, squeezed harder, then with all her might. It must’ve been hard for a man of metal to feel her through such thick skin.
Gratifyingly, he moaned as she gripped his cock like she meant to crush it. His mouth opened in even-more-shocked surprise. She felt an urge to kiss him that lingered on, but knew there was no way he could feel the same bites and licks she had used on Elsa through his metal skin. That was fine by her. She didn’t think she had the hang of kissing yet.
But it didn’t matter. All that mattered was his cock, long and thick and so big Shanna’s hand could barely fit around it. It felt like one of the big metal pipes that the soldiers had salvaged for their aqueduct system, only contoured and even veined like Zar’s had been. And it was throbbing, throbbing metal, alive and yet cool and chilling. Maybe it could put out her fire.
She reached down with her other hand and felt his scrotum—something she had meant to do with Zar, but never managed before his ejaculation. Piotr’s balls, obviously, were metal. Great big ball bearings rolling around in a curved chrome container. She squeezed them equally hard and Piotr pounded in her palm. She thought she could smell his arousal, that male musk, even through the armor. Her nostrils flared as she breathed it in. She wouldn’t wait any longer. She wouldn’t let him flee as Zar had. She would trap him inside her.
Piotr’s cock was already standing up like a stake pointed out of the ground, but Shanna held it in place anyway as she parted her legs, flashing her reddening pussy under her loincloth, and crouched down onto that metal pole she hadn’t been able to take her eyes off since it dropped out of the sky.
***
Piotr decided he was wrong. He hadn’t survived the fall. He had died and gone to heaven.
***
It hurt, just a little, just enough to excite her, like first blood in a fight. With all her physical exertion, Shanna’s hymen had been destroyed long ago. Dr. Elsa’s enthusiastic use of the dinosaur tooth had proven it. But still, Shanna was dwarfed by the man, and those proportions continued to their sex organs. Shanna felt a little like she was trying to swallow a cucumber, taking him inside her.
Then she took the first inch and it felt good. So good. The only thing that could possibly feel better would be more.
Dr. Elsa had said things to her during their lesson, whispered things in German, but Shanna had been much too busy to translate. Still, she thought she knew what men would want to hear. “I like your cock,” she said, sinking onto Piotr, feeling him sink into her. “I liked feeling it in my hand.” She couldn’t stop a sharp intake of breath from interrupting her. He felt so big inside her that it was impossible to get used to. She kept feeling his size. “I like feeling it in my cunt. I love feeling it in my cunt.”
“Boize moi!” Piotr gasped. He had locked his hands onto his thighs as she took him inside herself, worried that if he tried to touch her, his great strength would cause her harm, but he couldn’t resist anymore. He grabbed onto her wide hips, squeezing hard enough to bruise even with the hasty care he took.
It had been months since he’d had a woman, not since Russia, where he’d always been shy and awkward, but at least he spoke the language. With American women, he was constantly flustered, constantly on edge. He had heard stories of Western promiscuity, but had known better than to expect a woman would just rub up against him and demand his penis, large as it was. But this—yes, this was just fine. The only problem was the torture of only a few inches of his cock knowing her wonderful tightness, while the rest of him throbbed in misery. He needed more of her… all of her.
“If you love feeling me inside you,” he gasped hoarsely, “this will be an answer to your prayers!”
He stood up, shifting one giant hand to clasp Shanna’s ample buttocks, easily supporting her with those five thick fingers, while his other hand splayed on her back, stretching from shoulder blade to shoulder blade. He forced those voluptuous breasts against his face; even if all he could feel was their warmth, it was still more than enough. And he let gravity pull Shanna down his upthrust cock, his huge chest rumbling with contentment as he felt her fit him like a glove.
Shanna, for her part, clasped her arms around Piotr’s thick back, as if trying to hold herself up from falling further into that deep impalement. But whatever urge of self-preservation had caused her to try, she overcame it. Her hands only streaked down his metal back as she took inch after inch, finding herself stretched further and painfully further. “I like it!” she declared, wiggling her hips to try and get him inside her faster. It worked.
Shanna had faced raptors that towered over her, T-rexes that could step on her, brontosauruses that didn’t even notice her. For the first time, she felt small. Powerless. Overwhelmed. For some reason, she didn’t care. Perhaps it was her own sense of self, her instinctual knowledge that she could handle him if it came to that. Perhaps it was the sense of kindness and care Piotr radiated, even as he entered. Perhaps it was just that she loved the feeling of her tight cunt stretching to take a throbbing ten-inch dick.
“I like it!” Shanna said again as Piotr bucked his huge thighs, relentlessly stabbing himself higher into Shanna’s sucking pussy. It was all she could say, all she could think. He was so big and cool and her pussy was so tight and hot. It was a perfect match. She looked down, mouth hanging open, to watch in disbelief and a little triumph as her pussy lips stretched to hide his gleaming cock within. It was disappearing at a steady rate; she was devouring him bite by bite. The pain was intense, but the pleasure was well worth it. Soon, she’d have all of him. Every last bit.
“I like it too,” Piotr said slowly, feeling compelled to say something after Shanna had repeated her simple litany half-a-dozen times. “I like your tight cunt and big tits and—and—“ That had about exhausted his vocabulary for the moment. “Your pretty hair!”
Hearing his sweet words, Shanna also felt compelled to respond in kind. “You’re so big!” she said, her monotone voice dropping away to leave a sense of wonder. “You’re enormous. I can’t believe how big you are. I can feel how big you are but I can’t believe it.” She would’ve wrapped her legs around him, as she had to Dr. Elsa several times to most pleasurable effect, but she didn’t seem to be able to move them at the moment.
His hands returned to her buttocks, squeezing so hard they would’ve caused her pain if she hadn’t been genetically engineered, jerking her up and down on the last few inches of his cock. They wouldn’t go in, the size and length too much even for Shanna, but she had a great feel of fun trying. Piotr held back just enough to keep the pain manageable and the pleasure overwhelming.
She let go entirely, arms spread, dropping back into his grip, her torso dipping backwards and her hair almost reaching the ground. Every inch of her sheath seemed to be stretched around Piotr. Her cunt was burning as it never had before. When she looked up, she could see her reflection in Piotr’s broad, argent chest—hair wild, eyes dilated, one breast slipping out of her top to show an achingly hard nipple. Every inch of her sexual and wild. Dr. Elsa at her moment of orgasm, all three of them, was just a pale reflection of Shanna at that moment. Even to her own eyes, she looked like a wild animal. She looked like a wanton whore. She looked… satisfied.
“Come,” she ordered, surprising to hear the level of desperation in her once-cool voice. She sounded like a different person. “Come inside me!”
And those four words were enough to snap Piotr out of it. He remembered his private talk with the Professor, the concern about staying in metal in his everyday life, the chance of causing damage unintentionally. Even during lovemaking to a woman of superstrength. He was a man of steel, yes, but she might be a woman of Kleenex. The Professor had gently suggested that he attempt masturbation in his metal form to see how powerful his ejaculation would be, but no matter how understanding Xavier had been, Piotr couldn’t bear the thought of having to explain some orgasmic damage to his room. Now, he remembered he had no way to know what would happen if he came in Shanna.
Desperately, he forced himself to downshift back to flesh. His body resisted him, but he was too experienced at his transformation not to have his way. In an instant, he was skin and muscle once more.
“No!” Shanna cried suddenly, opening her eyes to find her orgasm slipping away. Piotr’s change had taken at least an inch off his cock, and now he could bury it balls-deep in Shanna. She trembled with pleasure, even as she rued the mixture of hot and cold that she had found so pleasurable. His ordinary flesh was warm, too warm, rubbing against her with great friction, making her feverish and humid. Before she’d been in a sauna, now she was in a stove. It was too much. Too hot. She needed more time to get used to this.
But it was time she didn’t have. Piotr had been able to stay hard for so long because his metal skin decreased his sensitivity. Suddenly, feeling his bare cock being squeezed tightly within Shanna, every inch of him lovingly embraced, Piotr could not hold back. It was all he could do to keep standing as his load exploded from deep within him, to deep within Shanna.
With fat, steady gulps he spurted into Shanna, filling her almost enough to finish her off. But the sticky, fluid feeling was similarly too new for Shanna to take in. She panted away her ecstasy as Piotr slowly worked himself out of Shanna, gasping hotly as his cock finally emerged to slap wetly against his thigh. A dumb smile covered his face as he set Shanna down and then succumbed to his own exhaustion. Lying back against the crater walls and sighing happily.
A moment later, he opened his eyes to look at Shanna. She had adjusted her top to cover herself once more.
“Was that alright?” he asked bashfully, somewhat embarrassed now to have changed in mid-stream despite her wishes. Still, it couldn’t have made that much of a difference, could it?
“I expected as much,” Shanna offered noncommittally. She was considering using the dinosaur tooth, but the strange and not unpleasant feel of his sap inside her was too strange and new to transition into pleasure. Already, the great ecstasy she’d been building to was fading to fond memory. She needed someone else to help her find it, just as Dr. Elsa had helped her after the unsatisfactory episode with Zar. “Do you have any friends?”
“Yes. Quite a few, in fact. Do you have somewhere we could all meet up? A home, or village?”
Shanna nodded. She didn’t trust this outsider with the location of the fortress, not yet, but she could take him to the Fall People. They would be far more hospitable anyway. And perhaps one of those friends would be suitable to quell the heat that she could feel rising within her again.
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