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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 stench was everywhere. Logan almost retched, his enhanced sense of smell almost overpowered by the revolting, musky scent filling the ruined hallways, leading downwards. But he could still make out the trail of the girls, faint and delicate in comparison. They had also moved down.
Whatever had entered the mansion, Storm and Kitty had fled from it, and it had followed them.
The deadly adamantium claws slid out of his clenched fists as he ran down the stairs.

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Ororo shook her head. Had she denied her carnal desires so long that she had become twisted by perversions? Was she so desperate for sex that she needed to be forced by her deadliest foes to satisfy her lust, as the White Queen had suggested? But how could she believe anything said by a woman who had violated her mind and mocked her for it?
She could not accept it; how could judicious restrain and conscious aspiring to higher spiritual goals be wrong? But how else could she explain her response at the hands of this unholy creature? Was it not proof that sex was indeed too dangerous, too troublesome to allow it affect her decision, to escape her control? That it could affect her far too much for safety? That she dared not let such desires manifest freely?
The monster grabbed both her wrists in one hand and pulled her arms to reach up over her head, while one hand remained at her waist, and its head approached hers slightly to a side. For an instant she feared it wanted to kiss her, and knew not if she could endure that, but its tongue slid to a side and began to caress at her right ear.
She cursed herself for a fool. It was not time for recriminations. No matter what she felt, she had to do what she must. Anything that improved her chance of surviving, of saving Kitty could not be denied. If she became physically aroused, and that helped her survive longer in the monster's grasp, then it was only to her advantage. It did not matter how; or why. It did not matter if the caresses in her ear and neck made her legs tremble with more than just revulsion.
She then felt something touch one of her calves and glanced down to see with horror the monster's long tail moving between her legs, snaking up between them slowly. The tip of the appendage twisted to brush lightly against the sides of her knees first, and then of her thighs, as it moved up, towards her sex.
For an instant Storm feared that the monster would kill her by impaling her body all the way through on the dark length of pointed tail, but as it finally reached her exposed sex, the tip slid between the swollen folds of her vagina slowly, and began to move in with almost tender care. She gasped as it drove up. The hard ridged surface, with globular bony protrusions along its length, rubbed against her silken insides, as the penetration progressed. It slid deeper and deeper, becoming thicker the more that its tapering length entered her, until she cried out in pain at the sense of being stretched too far even for her state of undeniable excitement. At that point, the tail stopped for a second, and began to slide out a few inches, before moving back up, until she gasped in pain again. It withdrew once more and thrust back up again, slightly harder and deeper. The tail repeated it again and again, thrusting into her, slowly but insistently.
While the long, thick tail pumped into her, like an impossibly elongated giant phallus, the N'Garai began to nibble at her hard nipples with the sharp teeth between its main fangs, and she moaned and cried out in undeniable response. Held fast by the wrists kept above her head, she could only rock herself on her spread legs in time to the invading thrusts, moving up onto tip-toes and back down with each motion, first to draw away slightly from each sharply painful penetration, but soon to meet it instead, and take more of its hard, thick length inside.
She knew not how much of the tail's length was now entering her, and the idea both scared and excited her, being unsure of how much more she could take. At the current depth of penetration, the protrusions at the dorsal line of the tail were big enough to make loud popping noises as they slid in and out of her snug vagina, and it somehow intensified her pleasure. She had long back closed her eyes, and often threw her head back in blissful abandon, while moaning loudly her delight, feeling an orgasm of unprecedented magnitude building deep inside her, preparing to obliterate her consciousness with sheer uncontrollable carnal joy.
The climactic explosion came close, so incredible close, when suddenly the tail jerked out of her and she was roughly thrown down onto her back. The sudden withdrawal almost made her orgasm immediately, just by contrast, but it missed her threshold by an infinitesimal fraction, leaving her gasping, painfully short of her release. She actually cried out in frustration, feeling her climax recede, but then gasped in shock as the N'Garai moved to loom over her prone figure, and her eyes were drawn to the large mass swinging stiffly between its bent legs.
The hard phallus reached close to the ground when it dangled down, much thicker than had been the length of tail that entered her. It was coursed with vein-like ridges thick as her fingers, and knobby bumps of various sizes were scattered along its ugly length. Most of her past sexual partners had been dramatically over-endowed by human standards, but few came even close to such size, and she stared, appalled, wondering how she had ever taken that monstrous thing inside her that one night months ago.
She realized that the tail, which now coiled high behind the being's back, had likely been testing how deep she could be penetrated, or preparing her to take as much of the oversized phallus as possible. Possibly the creature had not wanted to kill her too early in the coitus, but she still doubted the likelihood of surviving for long such an encounter.
The creature growled, a low sound that seemed to seep into her very flesh, and then it reached for her legs. It grabbed one ankle in each hand and pulled her closer, spreading her wide, reading to enter her.
Behind them, steel screeched noisily, and immediately after, she heard Wolverine yell.

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Wolverine had no time to plan, or even think. Tearing through the Danger Room door with his claws, the reinforced alloy grudgingly giving before the razor-sharp, indestructible adamantium, he saw the monstrous thing move towards the fallen Storm.
He rushed in, low and fast, releasing a loud kiai, the spirit shout of Japanese budo, as he jumped, claws aiming for the killing strokes.
The monster turned around with unexpected speed. One of its oversized hands gripped Wolverine's head, shoving him down with irresistible strength, slamming the X-Man's face hard against the floor, as casually as if he had been a puppet. The thick metal plate caved in under the brutal impact.
Wolverine spasmed twice, limbs flailing erratically, and then he stopped moving.

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Storm stared in horror as the N'Garai stood up to its full height, easily lifting up Logan's limp body, and tearing through his midsection with one sweep of its clawed hand. Some of the hot blood splattered on her.
The creature then opened its mouth and the long fangs dug into the bloodied abdomen, tearing out muscle and entrails alike.
Storm could not afford to be shocked. She struggled to summon power, to strike at the N'Garai and help Logan, but she could not muster enough focus on the natural patterns of energy surrounding her. Her senses were still too shaken by fear, horror, and lingering arousement.
She had seen Wolverine recover before from ghastly wounds, his mutant healing factor saving him from injuries that would have killed most men instantly. But could even he survive being devoured alive by this horrible creature? By the very monster which had just been driving her wild with pleasure, with which she had been about to copulate?
She had to save Logan, somehow. She sat up, the power still slipping away from the grasp of her desperate mind. She knew that physically she was no threat to the creature.
She grabbed something else.
The N'Garai stopped feeding on the man's flesh and looked down as the woman took the still hard shaft first in her hands and then into her mouth. Alien eyes glowed with what could have been surprise.
Seconds later, the creature let the man fall aside without further attention, and one hand reached down to the woman's head, taking care not to harm her fragile body, encouraging her to take him deeper into her mouth.
Storm stood before the monster, legs spread apart, reaching out for support with one hand against the creature's bony hip, while leaning forward to fellate as much as possible of the huge phallus. She forced herself not to gag. She had never done this kind of thing often, and never with anything as large or as inherently revolting. The dark, hard, ridged skin bruised her free hand as she rubbed the thick shaft, and her full lips and mouth smarted with the efforts to suck and lick at the thing's knobby head with enough power to capture and hold the N'Garai's attention.
Trying to restrain her anger, she cautiously tested the hardness of the shaft's skin with her teeth, but even her strongest bite could not pierce the tough hide, and the N'Garai only response was a growl of apparent appreciation. She saw the black scrotum dangling an arm's length away, and reached gingerly to fondle it, squeezing the large testicles inside the leathery sack with progressive strength, until, she dejectedly determined that she could sooner shatter a coconut with her grip than hurt the N'Garai that way. Her ministrations however, seemed to please the thing, as its growls rose in frequency and loudness, and its bloody hand pushed her head forward more insistently.
As she sucked vigorously, her spilled saliva made the rigid shaft glisten in the firelight, and she saw that among the thick ridges and knobs of its craggy skin, thinner, more delicate lines were etched, lines that extended all around the rod, and down to its groin; lines that she seemed to recognize from somewhere. Working on the large, knobby head, Storm felt the musty taste change, as the head's craggy hide began to part; an opening grew at the tip, revealing a dark-red, purple-veined, slimy bulb underneath. The hard foreskin slid back slowly and nervously she let her tongue taste the emerging inner glans. Compared to the icy cold outer skin, it was surprisingly hot and slimy, the flavor both foul and strangely appealing, she thought with puzzlement, as she began to suck and lick at it with greater energy.
The growls grew louder and Storm almost lost the pace of her fellating as something long and hard slid between her open legs. The creature's tail was moving up to rub its dorsal length against her sex, but she decided to ignore it, determined to keep from falling again under the spell of its touch. She had to focus on keeping the monster entertained while struggling to summon her power back. She understood now that somehow she must defeat the creature herself. Even Wolverine's ferocity had failed before the N'Garai, and she feared that returning to an unexpected ambush, the other X-Men would fall as well, unless she managed to end the threat.
But how? Even if she could muster her full powers again what could she do that she had not already tried to no success?
She fought back a gasp. The tail's multiple globular protuberances were now sliding like oversized beads between her vagina's swollen folds and they brushed repeatedly at her still sensitive clitoris. But she had to ignore it. Shifting to run slide her tongue around the base of the still growing glans and then scrape with her teeth along the quivering shaft, she noticed something strange. Some of the ridges and wrinkles in the length of the shaft did not appear natural.
The creature above her then crouched lower, reaching with its long arms to the floor for balance, as it leaned forward over Storm's back. When the demonic head loomed over her rear end, its long slimy tongue slid out to run along the rift between her round buttocks. While the long tail began to rub harder and faster at Storm's sex from below, the tongue’s wet tip reached her anal sphincter, teasing around it briefly, before finally forcing its way into her anus. Storm could not help but shudder and gasp, dripping saliva and alien preliminary jism from her open mouth, as the impossibly flexible tongue probed her deeply, making her even more aware of every pulse of sensation in her core, once again placing her on the path towards orgasm.

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Less than a step away from the young woman and the demonic creature, Logan's body lay limp in the pool of his own blood. Yet the mutant healing factor was already working in overdrive, ever since the first injury had been inflicted, automatically repairing the horrendous damage. Ruined tissue mended, and eviscerated entrails were slowly discarded and replaced by newly growing ones.
It was just a matter of time.

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After only a few minutes of being caressed from both above and below, Storm could hardly even concentrate on performing the fellatio. As her long spread legs weakened with wantonly growing pleasure at her core, she actually held to the rigid phallus for support, her tongue liking erratically at its swollen glans. As a particularly intense tremor of pleasure coursed through her, her stance finally gave and she almost collapsed to her knees, her body falling astride the long tail, which she momentarily hugged in surprise, before extending arms and legs in a spread all-fours position for balance. The tail still supported most of her weight, its length running between her legs, along her torso, and again between her shaking teats, even as it rocked her, continuing to rub at her sex. The monster leaned lower to compensate for Storm's new position, and while its tongue kept thrusting in and out of her anus, lubricated by its alien saliva, it coiled tightly the first feet of the long tail over which the trembling woman stretched, and reversed the tip, so with a sudden trust, it deeply penetrated Storm's vagina.
Her moans grew much louder.

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Somewhere in the darkness of oblivion, Logan's mind struggled to register what had happened, but failed. Brain cells were impossibly repairing themselves, but crucial information was lost to trauma, and the many injuries to the life-sustaining systems had higher priority for the healing factor.

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The double penetration had multiplied her pleasures in ways she had not believed possible, and she could not have endured it for long without finally reaching her long-delayed climax, but the N'Garai subjected her to the simultaneous caresses for only a few minutes. The creature stopped the anal tonguing, sliding the now wet end of its tail out of her sex, and pulling it back out from under her body, letting her settle weakly on knees and elbows, trembling with pent-up arousal. Storm knew that it surely had waited only until she had again become sufficiently stretched and wet to allow the full coitus to be possible. The idea that the monster likely wanted her to survive their coupling for a deliberate reason was far more worrying than what she had previously contemplated.
But the N'Garai gave her no time for further thoughts. It moved above her, turning around to line up its loins with her raised rump, and then crouched down, its hands gripping the forearms of her bent arms while it moved to meet her in all fours.
Ororo, former Kenyan weather goddess, mutant heroine and X-Man, shuddered with the conflicting horror and restless anticipation. There would be no more delays. At last, the creature would finally take her.
With a motion that may have been gentle from the monster's perspective, but for a human was a brutal, vicious assault, the N'Garai's huge penis entered Storm.

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His body was a nearly dead weight keeping him down in the dark, but part of Wolverine's mind already remembered that he had to wake up, needed to wake up.
Somewhere impossibly far away, someone screamed.

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Storm's cry filled the expanse of the Danger Room.
Her body was seized by convulsions so violent as to rival the brutal thrusts of the monstrous phallus ruthlessly impaling her, scalding her senses with nearly intolerable agony and unbelievable delight, and the first long minutes of her reluctantly accepted violation were spent in one single, extended orgasm.

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The cries continued, somewhere beyond the dark, and Wolverine knew that he had to focus on them, that they were the beacons that he must follow.

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Despite its roughly humanoid figure, there was little human-like in how the N'Garai possessed Storm. Her whole lush body shook wildly, precariously supported on knees and elbows, feeling frighteningly small and fragile in contrast to the monstrous being brutally taking her from behind, whose grotesque alien frame seemed more inhuman than ever as it crouched over her. The long tail flailed violently from side to side while its loins relentlessly thrust into her with the frenzied pace of a savage beast, somehow unleashing an equally primitive, animalistic response in her, an irrational, uncontrollable lust that overwhelmed any resistance. Her sudden high cries and gasping whimpers joined with the creature's deep growls and grunts, the resulting cacophony emphasizing the primal nature of their union, as monster and woman mated like true animals in heat.
The N'Garai barely held back the primitive urge to thrust into the fragile human female with all the strength at its command, caught in the delight of her soft, responsive flesh, her fetching helplessness, and the dark power of her passion. It could smell the powerful textures of her arousal as clearly as it perceived the empathic echoes of her torn psyche, and the heady mixture of fear, anger and desperate need was nearly intoxicating, exciting the creature at multiple levels, appealing to its basic instincts as alpha male and as conqueror. The human was even more delicious a mate than she had been before, and her tender body and troubled soul had woken such a hunger in the demonic being that nearly drove it to forget all restrain. But penetrating her with full power and the totality of its endowment would surely be fatal, and the woman had to survive, so it reined in its fury just enough to avoid injuring her, but still ensuring their mutual pleasure, knowing well that she wanted her possession to be as violent and painful as she could stand, needing the pain and danger to fully sate her own desires.

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Newly repaired muscles and nerves slowly began to reestablish the functionality of Wolverine's body, and his fingers began to twitch.

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Her first, nearly instantaneous orgasm had been more powerful that what she had experienced at the hands, tongue or cock of any foe ever, yet still paled in comparison with the second climax that soon followed it. But after just another brief interlude of careening, painful, yet delicious build-up, she felt that compared to the unbelievable conflagration of ecstasy that prepared to explode in her loins, she had never known true pleasure at all before,.
She tried to scream as the third orgasm overtook her, but her voice failed, as did her consciousness.
Overloaded by sheer carnal bliss, Storm fainted.

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A low groan escaped Wolverine's lips, as he fought to banish the drowsiness in his head and the heaviness in his limbs. He had to get up.
His claws raked the steel floor as he drew in his arms, forcing his numb body to move. With nearly unbearable effort he got up to his knees.

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The woman went limp after the latest peaking of her pleasure, but that would not stop the N'Garai from continuing its possession of her body. The monster reared back, withdrawing only partially, so much of its huge shaft remained lodged deep inside her, and he grabbed at her torso to lift her up from the floor. Her head fell backwards, the long cascade of silver hair falling to pool at the floor, her weight easily supported by one powerful hand and the tight junction at their loins. Its other hand then grabbed one of her thighs and moved the leg in an arc, twisting her lower body around to face upwards.
Still unconscious, Storm gasped at the sharp sensation of her tight sex pivoting over the large buried shaft. Her head and upper torso were left to fall back against the floor as the creature pulled both her legs around and over its body hips. It then grabbed her waist and pulled her lower body up, higher off the floor, to secure their genital connection, the sharp claws leaving bloody scratches on the soft flesh of her thighs and hips, before it began to bodily pull her up to meet the renewed thrusting of its phallus.
On the backdrop of her strewn hair, Storm's head tossed from side to side. Her arms flailed, and she moaned as the monster resumed taking her in the new position, her body reacting by instinct to ease the painful penetrations.

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Logan heard it, before feeling anything. The sound as the black length of alien tail burst through his chest was short and wet. Piercing his back like a lance and passing all the way through the torso, the tail lifted him up in the air, like some macabre trophy.

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The N'Garai's own point of culmination was approaching fast, and noticing the renewed movements of the previously downed human male, the monster barely slowed the pace of its thrusting as it used its powerful tail to deal with the annoyance.
Impaling the human as the irritating vermin it was, the N'Garai's tail easily lifted the twitching human body to the monster's fangs again, to feast on the man's re-grown flesh even as it continued unabated to possess the female's body.

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Logan's short-lived screams, coupled to the mounting violence of the N'Garai's thrusting, brought Storm back to full consciousness. Her cry of horror at the awful sight of her fellow X-Man again being attacked by her deadly ravisher was lost with her other cries and whimpers. The creature was both thrusting down into her and pulling at her, jostling her like a limp puppet, while forcing the monstrous member even deeper into her. Meanwhile, its hideous head faced to a side, as its cruel fangs tore at Logan's body, held up by the long tail piercing him all the way through.
Forcing herself to ignore the brutal pain and rising pleasure at her loins, Storm acted, knowing she had to distract the being again away from her teammate. Tensing her legs for leverage, she grabbed the wiry wrists of the N'Garai as it held her by the waist, and grunting, pulled herself up from the floor just as the N'Garai drew back from a latest thrust.
The N'Garai looked back at her in surprise, and she pulled herself higher and closer towards it, both of her legs hooking tightly around its torso, her feet seeking support in the ridges on the creature's upper legs, and holding on to its forearms while she straddled the monster. After an instant when she grimaced and breathed deeply with the agony of the adjustment, she began to hump up and down on the inhuman phallus, forcing herself to take as much of its length as she could humanly resist, her inner muscles clenching the thick shaft with convulsive strength.
"Fuck me, you bastard," she gasped through gritted teeth. "Fuck me and do nothing else! FUCK ME!"
The N'Garai was silent for just a pair of seconds, adjusting his stance to better balance her weight, while Storm rode its male-hood with desperate fury, her voice loudly grunting and groaning with the effort and the painful pleasure derived. Finally it growled deeply in pleased satisfaction. The woman kept surprising it with her ferocity. Such mating demanded no distractions.
The long tail drove Wolverine's limp body down to strike the floor hard, the hard point piercing the steel floor, brutally pinning him in place, close by the side of the joined woman and monster, where it could be watchful for any further attempt of the human to recover.
"YES! FUCK ME! THAT'S IT!" Storm cried out, the uncharacteristic words coming from her mouth filled with dark, spiraling emotions. "FUCK ME, YOU EVIL HIDEOUS BEAST! Oh-Goddess! YES! FUCK ME SO HARD!"
The creature clasped her tighter at the waist to keep her in place as her arms lost their purchase and her torso arched backwards, her head thrown back with eyes closed and long hair streaming freely, her body being overwhelmed by the new climax building at her core.
The creature bodily lifted her up and down with wild glee onto the quivering phallus for several more thrusts while her body shook and flailed, until it finally pushed her back against the floor, the alien legs bending to kneel before her, and her lower body still lifted up against the invading penetration. Their joined bodies lay mere inches away from where Wolverine's body remained, still pinned to metal floor by the trembling tail.
The creature roared loudly and lunged one last time with irresistible power, pushing its huge phallus into her as far as her body could endure, the slick peeled glans forcing its way past her dilated cervix to start shooting burning hot ejaculate inside her innermost depths.
Storm's body spasmed, her back arching and her arms reaching desperately to hug at the neck of N'Garai crouched over her, and she screamed as her latest, and most powerful climax yet swept through her with the power of a raging firestorm. She pulled at the creature's neck with impossible strength and brought its fanged mouth to her, her full lips hungrily kissing the inhuman monster in her uncontrollable frantic passion.
The long and slimy alien tongue danced with hers in the shared kiss with impossible dexterity, while her incredible orgasm thundered unabated in her body for what seemed like an impossibly stretched eternity, endless yet still far too brief, and she could feel the power of the continuous ejaculations inside her for all of its duration. The pleasure was far too powerful to allow her to faint again, demanding her to experience every nerve-shattering instant.
She finally collapsed, the orgasm fading into a vast expanse of softer lingering pleasure that kept her trembling, much like the enormous thing still inside her still quivered noticeably, further bursts of hot semen still erupting every few seconds. She weakly began to gasp again, open-mouthed, the being's saliva dripping from the side of her mouth, just like its alien jism began to spill out of her battered sex in inhuman quantities, as the N'Garai lowered her hips and began to ease its member out of her.
The huge thing fully exited her with a wet noise and an intense flash of localized pain that almost made her black out again. To her amazement, she could still feel hot jism spilling from her overflowing sex. The N'Garai must have pumped nearly gallons of its alien seed into her. She blinked hard to clear her sight, staring first for a few seconds at the enormous penis still hard and rampant over her, copious semen still dripping from its swollen head, and then she looked higher, at her ravisher's demonic face.
The N'Garai met her eyes for a second, and then it turned away, the alien orbs looking at something beyond, nearer the wall.
Looking at Kitty.

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The N'Garai race had coveted the bodies of human females nearly since the dawn of their respective species, as the fixed male-gender, parasitic genetic nature of the demonic beings demanded the use of females from other intelligent creatures in order to reproduce their kind and evolve. The present humanoid shape was actually the end result of the millennia-past breeding between women and older, more bestial shaped N'Garai. The closing of the early dimensional routes of access by the growing skills of human sorceress had only made the lure of human females more tantalizing. Through temporary eldritch portals, N'Garai Warlords had ravished countless helpless human females, some being panic-stricken unwilling sacrifices, others misguided practitioners of dark magicks foolishly bargaining for power. But surely none had ever been as delicious to possess as this proud but lustful dark-skinned woman, whose furious passion had fully matched that of the N'Garai Warlord itself. The mating had been so satisfying that the creature had almost been loath to end it.
The resulting offspring of their mating would be a new, superior caste of N'Garai, that given the place of its conception, would roam the Earth without need for supporting magicks, perhaps even mixing this female's peculiar abilities with its superior male genetics. The tasting of the female's wetness had revealed that her period of fertility was days away, but its superior seed could endure for months in her womb awaiting quickening, and soon a new breed of N'Garai would spawn, to open the Earth again to the rule of its righteous masters.
The demonic invader momentarily considered taking the woman once again just for its own pleasure, but its duty as breeder demanded that it not imperil the life of the seeded hosts, as a second mating surely would, and that seed was best used by wider dissemination.
It turned towards the place where the second, younger female lay, and wondered if she would be anywhere as delectable to possess as the first one.

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"Oh, no, you bastard, you won't!" Storm muttered, gritting her teeth as she rose fast to her knees, ignoring the fatigue and pain, ignoring the menace of violent cramps in her abused muscles, knowing only that Kitty had to be saved. She grabbed the phallus again, rubbing its shaft with frantic intensity, and licked insistently at the foul-tasting fluid dripping from its tip and at the moisture coating its sides, some which she knew came from her own secretions.
She refused to think about what had happened to her, and how it had affected her. More important things were still at stake. Close enough for her to touch, Logan's mutilated body was a silent reminder of what the monster possessing her truly was, a dire warning that screamed that it must never get Kitty.
The monster groaned in appreciation at her actions, but after a few seconds, it began to shift, restless, and Storm knew that she could wait no longer to act.
Tugging on the rigid shaft as if to better lick at the elaborate ridges and low-reliefs near the base, she begged with her touch for the creature to move closer. After a brief hesitation, it did so, and she took part of its scrotum in her mouth, licking and sucking at one of the oversized testicles with seeming enthusiasm. She nearly swallowed the large globe straight through the leathery sack, while her left hand kept caressing the smooth head of the phallus, and her right hand reached down to her side to grab Wolverine's wrist.
In an instant, she tugged at the hard phallus to make it lean downwards, just as she pulled Wolverine's arm up with strength borne out of her desperation. The extended adamantium claws protruding from the limp hand sliced at the monster's shaft, releasing dark green blood.
The N'Garai roared in pain and anger, but before it could strike at her, Storm had already unleashed a high power lighting discharge directly through her touch. The creature was thrown several feet away, and its twitching tail dropped Wolverine's body along the way.
It stood up immediately and roared, dark outrage in its eyes, the shallow cut in its dangling member still bleeding as it rushed towards Storm with murderous fury. But the air stopped it.
Standing defiantly with her arms extended and eyes blazing with a fury to dwarf even that of the monster, Storm unleashed a gale-force wind, powerful enough to stop the N'Garai's advance. The creature fought to move forward but even by clawing at the metal floor for purchase, it could only gain a few inches at each time.
She had used the intensity of her building pleasure, the power of her orgasm, to grasp at the patterns of natural force surrounding her, letting them mirror her excitement, preparing for a climatic release of their own, held at her call. The creature's final usage of her body had allowed her to build up her power for the decisive counter-attack.
Her first gamble had been that channeling a lightning strike directly by contact with the exposed and more sensitive flesh of the creature's unsheathed glans would produce better results than her those of her previous attacks. She had not been so lucky.
Her second gamble could still be proved correct. She just needed time, and she was prepared to fight for it.
She had to be right.
She lacked the strength and leverage to effectively injure the N'Garai with the adamantium claws; she had achieved little more than a surface wound on the impossibly hard hide of the monster. But if she was right, that was all that would be needed.
She had to be right.

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The N'Garai screeched with fearsome fury, fighting to edge closer to the damned woman that had foolishly dared to defy it, to strike at it and cause it pain, even after she had enjoyed its gentle consideration. She would pay for her affront dearly, seeded or not. Her tricks could only slow the inevitable conclusion.
Perhaps it would take her back to the Dark Realms as its concubine after teaching her slowly the folly of her defiance. Perhaps it would only allow her to live long enough to watch it possess and seed the younger female.
But suddenly its power began to wane. Its clawed hands found it harder to grab at the floor's surface, while its taloned feet got less steady with each step. It was not just the weather witch's delaying tactic, the creature realized. It was slowly losing its hold on the very structure of reality.
It looked down, seeing how the superficial cut on its male-hood had severed the lines of various runes recently carved along its length, the runes whose complex magick allowed access to the human dimension. With the magicks now interrupted, the very natural structure of the world surrounding them would fail to accept the creature's presence.
The N'Garai refused to accept its defeat, struggling still to get closer to the woman, even as its body began to fade, to lose concrete existence. It could not be; such a humiliating defeat would mean becoming stripped of all rank and power, of the high privilege of being a breeder. It was not possible. The woman had been defeated, her body thoroughly conquered. She had submitted to its possession as any human female should, and her body and soul had welcomed it as master. Despite her powers, she was just a woman, a human fit only for ravishment and procreation. Just a woman. She could never defeat an N'Garai Warlord.
The wind blew on, and the N'Garai was no more.

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Storm collapsed to her knees, spent in all senses of the word. The wind faded as her enemy had done, vanishing in its wake, the last of her strength gone with it. Now it seemed there was not enough air in the whole world for her to catch her breath.
Her final gamble had paid off.
She had recognized the shapes carved on the skin of the N'Garai phallus. She had seen then before in the cairn that had allowed them entry into the world. They had been gone after she had destroyed the cairn, so she had guessed that marring the tattooed runes would have a similar effect. Why else place them in such a guarded spot otherwise? The key to defeating the monster had literally been in her hand; and in her mouth, and in her sex; so deep in her sex.
She shivered.
But she had saved Kitty, and maybe Logan, as well.   That was all that mattered.
She turned, her whole body aching with the effort, and saw Kitty, huddled against the Danger Room wall, hugging her legs, trembling, with her large young eyes opened very wide, eyes were no longer as young as they had been before.
"Kitty," Storm said softly after a moment. "Are you alright?"
The young girl nodded.
"It's gone," Storm said, crawling slowly towards her, concern winning over exhaustion. "Everything will be fine, now."
Kitty nodded, but remained huddled, rocking herself.
Storm reached the girl and hugged her slight frame. "Everything will be fine," she repeated.
They held each other for a long while, and then Kitty spoke: "Are you alright?"
"Yes, I am, Kitten," Ororo replied, smiling warmly. "When did you wake up?"
"Uh, just-just a bit ago," Kitty replied nervously, her eyes glancing down. "I should have helped you, but I-"
"It's alright. We won," Ororo said softly, kissing the girl's forehead. "You were very brave. I’m so proud of you."
Both remained silent again, hugging a while longer.
"Will Mr. Logan be alright?" Kitty finally asked.
EPILOGUE: MY TRUE LOVE GAVE TO ME
"Fuck. Can't remember any of that," Logan said, frowning, sitting on the steps of the main staircase.
"Storm said that she banished the monster with your help," Peter said.
"Maybe she's right. Maybe I just got my head banged a bit harder than usual," Logan shrugged. "I always get better, but it plays hell with the damn noggin'. Maybe I should ask her again what exactly-"
"After what they went through, that may be insensitive, my friend. Kitty is so young and all, no?"
"Maybe."
"Perhaps we should join the others, tovarish. Kitty was so happy with the visit of her parents. Should not miss that, da?"
"Sure," Logan replied, scratching at his wild hair, and then stood up with a grimace. "I really need a beer."
Peter moved ahead, still staring occasionally at the shattered walls and floors all about, amazed with the sheer magnitude of the damage to the mansion.
"Ah, whatever that thing was, it must have been quite a match!"
"I guess so."
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Ororo stood alone in her attic, her power making the arm warm and moist despite the broken skylight and the cold of the night outside. Rain summoned at her whim washed her with its warm flush, and she ran her hands all over her body frantically, again and again, feeling like she could never feel clean enough.
Lightning flashed in the sky, thunder following closely.
She stopped her line of thoughts, focusing to let the warmth of the tropical shower seep into her, to allow the soft touch of the elements under her command relax her mind. She willed her hands to move at a sedate, leisurely pace. She was not dirty. She had just done what she had to; what needed to be done.
How did not matter.
She sighed, and moved her hand briskly away from lingering too long in her pubis.
Whatever that thing had made her feel, made her want, it was truly not important. Even if the White Queen had been right, you were more than your lowest urges. Spirit could rise above the failings of the flesh. She just needed to get her feelings back in control.
She stopped the shower and summoned a hot wind to help dry her hair, as she went to grab a hairbrush from a nearby shelf. Selfishly she wished again for her friend Jean to still be there for her. She could have used someone to talk to.
Thinking of her vanished friend, Ororo took from the shelf a small bottle, half-full with pink tablets. Jean had given it to her shortly after having joined the X-Men. There was enough to last a year, but after that she would need to ask Hank for more. She held the bottle for a while, and sighed in wistful recollection.
Small reminders like this were what made the pain of loss so hard to accept.
But still she smiled.
The powerful contraceptive had been custom designed by former X-Man and genius biochemist Hank McCoy, to work on enhanced mutant metabolisms, at Jean's special request. Ororo had been embarrassed at first, wondering what Jean's casual offer of such preventive measures had meant, both about the knowledge of Ororo's private affairs, and about Jean's own behavior. But now, Storm shuddered at what consequences her encounter with the N'Garai could have, without these.
Even gone, Jean remained there for her, helpful as always through her advice.
Whether Ororo felt at ease or not with what it said about her, having violent sex with inhuman monsters was really much less worrisome knowing that she was on the pill.
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"Are you sure you're feeling well enough?"
"Gotta pick up that wrecked bike, kid. Could use your help."
"Well, it's a clear night now."

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With her hair gathered in a towel and her robe loose about her, Storm sat with legs crossed on the wide bed of white linen sheets, regarding the bundle before her, its content still wrapped in her stained sweater.
She should get rid of it. It was not the kind of reminder she should keep, and may even prove dangerous.
She spread the sweater out and breathed in deeply. Even incomplete, it was a daunting sight. She ran a fingertip over the twisting lines etched in the hard surface. There was no result. It remained dark, and cold, like a dead piece of rock. A long, thick piece of dead rock carved with complex runes. Dead. It had to remain dead.
She could not allow any risk of the N'Garai's return.
Seizing it, she lifted it; so heavy, and massive. How could she destroy it? It had not vanished like its owner; the runes on its surface were apparently enough to keep it in her world, even severed from his body. Its body. And it was just as impervious.
What would Jean do?
She shifted uneasily, and brought it close to her face. It smelled of ashes, dead ashes. Hesitatingly, she touched it with her tongue, and then licked slowly along its length. It tasted like it smelled, and remained dark and cold. Perhaps it was not dangerous, except for other implications. But she felt certain she could deal with that.
Maybe she could contact someone for advice. Doctor Strange, perhaps.
Maybe later.
She let it out her mouth, the dark, craggy, bulbous surface glistening with her saliva, and reclined on the pillows behind her, stretching out and spreading her long legs.
Even now, it was too long. Not to mention too thick.
But she could deal with that.

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Lightning flashed in the sky, and thunder followed closely. Again and again.
"Oh, boy." Peter looked up. "Storm's coming."
Logan nodded, frowning.

THE END
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