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Forever Yours: Whether I Like It or Not...	By : Tristatt Category: X-men Comics > Het - Male/Female Views: 3825 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own X-Men, nor do I own the characters from it. While the original characters and scenerios are my own, I do not own certain X-men related phrases and terms. I do not make money from this.

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Kate had unenthusiastically received an enthusiastic tour of the mansion... no wait, the "X" Mansion, because for whatever reason, beyond her understanding, everything had to have "X" in front of it. Kurt had been aware of the kill-joy trailing behind him but chose to ignore it; she'd have to come-around at some point. He led her through a doorway after the library and gestured up at a painting, "Und this ist-"
"Lemme guess, the X-Painting!" she falsified her enthusiasm.
"No, it's Monet-" Kurt folded his arms and turned around to glare at her.
She was taken aback for a moment - he's still a pretty scary monster - one whom she didn't know well, and despite the constant snark-attacks (as in snarky), she was from thinking she could handle him.
Kurt watched the momentary glitch of horror in her eyes and shrugged his shoulders, "I was only kidding, liebling," he went to put a hand on her shoulder and she stepped back out of his reach, "I'm not going to hurt you. I thought we were past this?" his accent becoming thicker.
"Well, "vee" are not past "enising"" she mocked, "I'm going to get a cross and vanquish you with it."
He sighed and grabbed something under his coat, a wooden rosary, and handed it to her, "Here, you can borrow mine."
"What kind of a demon carries a cross?"
"Ich bin nicht ein Damon," he tucked it back inside. "This is not working," he partially raised his hands up and let them fall, a rather angry gesture.
"Yeah, again with the German, I don't understa-" She was cut off with a hand to her throat and her back slamming against the wall. She choked against his hand and frantically grabbed it with her own to try and pull it off.
"Ist dieses wie du Sachen bevorzugen würden?" he coldly hissed. He watched her face go from anger to fear as she tried to say something but made a raspy sound. She scratched at his hand and arm, but he held on, feeling the thudding of her heart in her throat. She had ceased fighting against him and dropped her hands. Upon feeling like he had gotten his point across, he loosened his grip and her head perked up. She coughed and gasped, careful to be as harmless and inoffensive as possible. He let her neck go and she slid down the wall. "Sind wir klar?" She didn't respond to him. She didn't make eye contact. In fact, she didn't move from that spot. "Get up," he asked her, his voice had calmed. She stayed on the ground, staring at some imaginary point past him. "You can get up." he touched the top of her head.
She tipped her head up, trying to look engaged, "I don't want to," her voice was rough.
Kurt grabbed her tied-back hair and she raced to put her hands up to free herself. He lifted her partially up, the tops of her feet touching the ground. Kurt undid the buckle of his belt and undid the buttons single-handedly on his pants. Kate gasped and struggled back, despite the pain of her hair supporting her weight. "I'll get up!" she yelled trying to get on her feet. He pulled her forward to keep her from gaining footing. He helped his length through the opening on his undone pants and rested it on her cheek. "It's too late, fraulein." he whispered. She began to cry, the shock of the event leaving her too emotional to think of anything besides the inevitable. He softly shushed her, easing her down until her knees were firmly on the floor. She cried quietly, the occasional gasps for air being the only audible sign. He ran his finger over her lips and pressed against her mouth, which opened resistance free. She looked up at him, hoping that maybe if he saw her, that she was a person, that he'd show remorse and stop himself. He met her gaze, but with conviction. He drew his finger out of her mouth, now moistened, and rubbed it down her cheek. He grabbed his length again and drew it to her lips, feeling the warm air rush at it as she breathed. She turned her head slightly and he yanked her hair - setting her straight. She whimpered, the sides of her mouth turning down for a moment. She hesitantly parted her lips, already tasting his anticipation on them. "Wider" he demanded, his "w" making a strong "v" sound. She opened her mouth wider, strands of saliva stretching from the roof to the floor of her mouth. He plunged himself into her and she choked against it - having no warning. He tightened his grip on her hair, her teeth having had pressed down, "Play nice, liebchen." She coughed, the noise muffled by his size, and she widened her mouth to accommodate him. He didn't make a move, but let himself sit inside of her mouth, feeling her frantic breath out of her nose against his girth. He loosened his grip on her hair again, having been complied with, and drew himself out of her mouth and then slammed himself back in. She gagged against his head but he paid no attention to it. He rocked his hips lightly and she applied pressure, finally submitting to his will. He let go of her hair all together and leaned on the wall above her, succumbing to the pleasure of her warm mouth sucking him and her stubbornness being conquered.
He pulled himself out of her mouth a bit and she ran her tongue around him, now having room to work with. He shuddered, and tipped his head back- it felt too good to be coming from the same woman who had chastised him at every turn. Now -- now he was the reason she had shut up. She was on her knees taking orders from him and now independently working to please him.
His head in her mouth twitched and she sucked at him harder, hoping the end was near. His breathes became louder and his knees grew weaker as he slid down the wall. He could take no more and with a gasp and a loud moan, "Mein gott--" his back arched and he came into her mouth. The liquid pulsed into her mouth, the unpleasant taste and texture threatening her reflex to vomit. She choked and her body strained. He pulled himself out of her as to not be victimized by her teeth and held a hand over her mouth. She looked up and he knelt in front of her, wrestling to keep his hand over her mouth. She yelled against his palm and vomit curdled up from her stomach.
"Swallow it" he commanded. She looked up at him like he was a fucking moron. "It's either this or the other," he threatened. She shot him a death glare and swallowed harshly, the gulping sound loud and crude. Her shoulders were tight as her body lurched forward to gag on the mixture. Kurt put a hand on her shoulder and balanced her back so she could lean back against the wall.
She swatted his hand away and continued where she had left off - crying. It was no surprise to him why she sobbing against the wall, but his response to her antagonizing surprised himself. He watched her unabashedly crying streams down her face, mumbling to herself as if it had been so unexpected. How much could she have dug into him until he lost it? He had accepted the responsibility of keeping her alive, especially since it was he who had incidentally gotten her into this situation in the first place. He told himself that he would be patient, and kind, and understanding – that he would love her – because he had to. But he had also wanted to, and he wanted to be loved back. He had only known her for four days and he wanted there to be a mutual understanding of that this is how things needed to be and that in time things would fall into place. Four days and he had lost it with her. She didn’t want to touch him or look at him—in fact she had wanted to die over the alternative. A gurgling sound from the back of her throat drew him out of his head and he looked up to see her coughing on her own saliva, some of it dripping out of her mouth.
He had to wonder, if she had been so against it, why she had stopped crying long enough to do the job, and well at that. She didn’t have to use her tongue, she probably could have half assed it and cried with him in her mouth, but she hadn’t.
He crawled over to her, a primitive crawl that left him appearing devious. She had caught him out the corner of her and tried to stand up. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her down, slamming her on her butt. The crying had died down as she prepared to go into fight-mode. “I had thought about you, liebchen, and I feel like I have neglected you.”
Her face had a ‘no-shit’ expression before control had snapped it back to the scared puppy face she had been sporting. He straddled her, and she smacked and hit his chest trying to get him away. He placed his hand on her thigh and walked it up until she snapped her legs closed, preventing him from venturing further. Tucking his large toes under her legs from the inside, he spread his feet and pried her legs apart. A pulling sensation in her stomach made her uneasy and unable to speak. He claimed the prize he had sought with a soft stroke of his finger over her cotton pants. “My, my fraulein- I don’t believe you were as much a victim as you led me to believe.” He rubbed the wetness of her against his other finger. She had a look of outrage having been accused of something she knew not to be true. He slipped his hand inside of the loose band of her pants and rubbed her moist area only to revel in the sound the wetness had made as he moved over it.
He backed his hand out and allowed the warm liquid to stretch out in strands between his two fingers so that she could see. Her face flushed red and she tried to turn. He pinned down her shoulder with his free hand and returned to her wetness. He flicked her clit and she writhed momentarily underneath him. He liked that reaction, her mind losing control of her body, and he’d have more of it. “What do you want from me?” she cried out as if he had hurt her. He left her question unanswered and inserted his large finger up into her, wriggling it around and hitting her g-spot. She forgot her opposition for a moment and tensed up under the pressure inside her increasing and releasing against her wall. “You, you have to stop.”
“und why ist das, meinen leibling?” he teased her, now pulling her shirt up and biting the soft pale flesh of her breasts.
“I don’t want anymore, please stop.” She begged, her body getting warmer and harder to control.
He withdrew from her, having now realized he had always had the upper hand. “As you wish-“ and BAMFed out of the room, leaving all of her ends untied.
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