A Dark and Stormy Night | By : Nemain Category: X-Men - Animated Series (all) > Het - Male/Female Views: 4015 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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A Dark And Stormy Night Chapter Four (NC-17)
Disclaimers Apply
A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST
WOMAN ALIVE ™, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberbeta… *blush * Took me
long enough… Readers: This is just a
plain ol’ smutty chapter. Sorry if you
were expecting great dialogue and meaningful Merchant-Ivory glances across vast
drawing rooms. BUT, this does have
bearing on the story so…yeah, lol. If
smut bothers you, go away. And this is a
very odd pairing for me, lol. Kurt is
going to have several pairings in this fic but this one is new for yours truly.
Kurt edged
away from Wanda, pressing himself against the wall next to his bed. “Bitte,” he murmured, please leave… I’m very tired.”
“Liar,” she
taunted, leaning forward. The ribbons
that held the neck of her gown closed hung loose, the fine garment gaping open
to reveal a smooth swell of creamy flesh, silvered by the moonlight, rising and
falling with her breathing. “You can’t
sleep at all.” She was kneeling beside
him on the bed, her fingers twisting in the blanket he had pulled up to his
chin. She smiled faintly at his luminous
gaze and jerked the covering away. “Don’t
look so scared!”
Kurt
swallowed hard, his throat painfully dry.
“Wanda, bitte… you are a sister to me!”
“You’re not
a brother to me!” she snapped, suddenly angry.
She sat back on her heels, her eyes narrowed and suspiciously
glittering. “These months, all these
months, I’ve been showing you… Protecting you from Pietro’s jealousy, keeping
the servants from cursing you or hiding from you… Who do you think lets that
gypsy woman onto the grounds?”
He
stred ted to sit up, to put a little more distance between himself and
Wanda. “I thought you saw me as your
brother, your family…”
“I have a
family,” she said in a low voice, her head lowered. “You are different. You don’t expect anything from me. You don’t have some grand plan…” Wanda
looked up at him again and smiled crookedly.
“And you’re cute.”
Kurt
blinked, then smiled. “Wanda… I can’t.
Even if we had not known each other our whole lives, I just can’t.”
She
stared. “Are you…you know? I mean…”
She whispered, “If I were Pietro, would this be different?”
“God no!”
he yelped, looking scared. “Nein!”
She vented
a laugh. “Pretty sure about that, are you?”
She leaned forward again and brushed a kiss across his cheek. “Kurt, tell me…when have I ever treated you
like a brother, truly? When have I ever
treated you as I do Pietro? I know my
father sees it…he went out of his way to keep us apart because he knows how I
feel. At least, he thinks he knows…”
Kurt was
not sure how it happened in retrospect but one moment, Wanda was kneeling next
to him, murmuring her feelings, the next, she was astride him, pushing his
pajama top up and sliding her hands across his chest. He managed a noise somewhere between a gasp and a cry, sounding
less like “nein” and lik like a mewl of surprise.
Wanda bent
to kiss him, her lips feverish hot against his as her tongue darted out to
sample his lower lip. Kurt gasped again
and she took the chance to deepen the embrace, her sex hot and needy against
his as she strad him him. Her fingers
curled around his shoulders as she pulled him against her. Breaking for air, she panted, “I know that
the way I feel for you is nothing like a sister feels for a brother.” She ground against him pointedly, adding, “And
this is not how a brother feels for his sister.”
Kurt could
not hold back the groan that rose in his throat as she pressed against him
again. He could feel her heat through
his pajama bottoms, the damp desire of her sex tantalizing and horrifying at
once. Her fingers on his chest and
stomach raised flutters deep in his veins as he tried to keep from gasping
again. He could not think of anything but the near painful arousal throbbing
between his thighs, Wanda’s femininity soft and desperate against him. Fingers fumbled with snaps and gown as bare
flesh was exposed to the cool air of the room.
Kurt radiated heat as Wanda shivered, but she did not give him time to
try and cover her or pull away. He
hissed as he she guided his length inside her, her body impossible hot and
tight around him. He tht sht she might
have cried out but she did not change expressions from the determined look of
purpose on her features. Kurt grasped
her thighs tightly, unable to keep from moaning as she began to move slowly,
rocking her hips and gripping his wrists.
Wanda’s
breath came in hitching gasps, her body flooding with tense heat. She felt as if every fiber of her body were
sparking with golden fire; the pain was a dull throb, negligible compared to
the melting need coursing through her body.
She had never felt so keenly before, even the nights when she was all
alone under the sheets, her fingers delving for her body’s secrets. This was different; she had thought of this,
dreamed of this, for months ,even under the stern eye of the nuns at the
boarding school. She had imagined what
it would feel like to have Kurt inside her, his body between her thighs as she
moved against him and now, she was finding it near impossible to keep her responses
at bay. She felt her release shuddering
through her, a slow rolling building to the hot, tight spasming low in her
body, seeping through her veins and muscles in a creeping lassitude. She muffled her cry against his shoulder,
his name a litany on her lips.
Pietro
turned away. He could not stand to see
a second more. The little bit he had
witnessed was sickening, horrifying… maddening. The faint, stifled groan of Kurt’s release reached his ears even
in the hall and Pietro snarled. She had
betrayed them by giving herself to that thing, he thought. She had given herself and ruined it all,
ruined the family… There was no holding back now, he decided. Tonight was
it. Tonight, Kurt would leave.
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