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Quixotic (or the Adventures of Don Kurt of Bayville) (NC-17)
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political and social opinions and situations that might not be suitable for
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WOMAN ALIVE ™, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberbeta…you’ve seen me when I
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everything! InterNutter, TC, Maxwell
Pink and Dracena rock superhard for archiving.
J ProPhile is a smutmuse and he gave me the
notion for the subtitle of this fic, lol.
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“I feel
silly!”
“You look
lovely.”
“If we get
caught…”
“We
won’t…it’s two in the morning. No one
uses the Danger Room at two in the morning.
Not even Logan.”
Kitty
twitched her skirts uncomfortably and silently wondered where on earth Kurt had
found the costumes. “This itches.”
“You won’t
have it on long,” he grinned before ordering the sim to start. The room shifted and became a reasonable
facsimile of a medieval stable, replete with haystacks that were formerly metal
outcroppings designed to hide behind during more dangerous sims.
“I had no
idea you had a stable boy fantasy,” she said dryly, trying not to giggle.
“Surprise?”
he said, a little nervous now. “Um…”
“Something
the matter?”
He laughed
ruefully. “I wanted to do this and now
I don’t know how to begin!”
“Well…” A
tad more shyly than usual, she approached him with her hands behind her back,
her skirts swishing around her ankles. “I
think I have an idea…” Her bare feet
padded softly on the cool metal floor, disguised as stone and hay, and stopped
just short of stepping on his toes. “Close
your eyes.” Obediently, he did as he
was told. Kitty rose on her toes and
slid her arms around his neck, her lips pressing tentatively against his.
Involuntarily,
Kurt started. He had expected the kiss
but it was still sweet enough to surprise him.
He grasped her about the waist and deepened the kiss, lifting her off
her feet and turning so that she was against the wall. Kitty giggled and broke for air. “Was?” he breathed, taking the opportunity
to trail kisses along her throat and jaw, nipping sharply on her earlobe.
“I don’t
know,” she laughed. “It’s just so…surreal. Where did you find these things anyway?”
“Don’t ask,”
he responded promptly, darting his tongue out to lave the red spot he had just marked
her with. “Liebes, this would go easier
if you…there…” She wrapped her legs
around his waist before he could finish the sentence, his body bracing her
against the wall as he slid one hand beneath her skirts. “No underwear?” he asked, only mildly
surprised.
“There
weren’t any with the costume,” she murmured, taking her turn to nibble and
lavean san style="mso-spacerun: yes"> “Is that bad?”
“I thinkl
sl
save the punishment for later,” he growled.
She made a
muted choking noise as his fingers found her, her laugh transmuting into a soft
groan. “Kurt,” she breathed, “please…”
“Please
what?”
“More…” Kitty shivered in disappointment when he
removed his touch from her folds only to moan in his ear as his tail replaced
his fingers. Her arms tightened around
his back as her body arched, the tip of his tail trailing the curve of her
buttocks to the cleft of her womanhood.
She could feel his arousal pressing hard against her and tried to move
in response, tried to show him she was ready even though he insisted on teasing
her responses from her.
“Are you
sure?” he asked against her hair. “We
have plenty of time…”
“Then we
can do it again,” she insisted. “More,
Kurt, please…” She wriggled again and
this time he set her down rather than drop her. As soon as her feet touched the floor, she went to her knees and
freed his length from his old fashioned trousers, cursing the lacings as his
hands clutched convulsively at her hair and shoulders. Kitty looked up at him with fevered eyes for
a brief moment before taking him in to her mouth, her tongue darting out to
spread the first drops of moisture across the head of his arousal before
letting the first few inches sink between her lips. Kurt hissed a breath in an effort to keep from crying out as she
drew on him, then nearly let him entirely frer ger grasp before taking him even
deeper, her tongue tracing tantalizing patterns as she pulled him even further
towards the inevitable.
“Katzchen,”
he murmured, “Oh, Liebes…” Without
meaning to, he pushed against her, making her scrape slightly with her teeth in
warning. “Okay, okay, I get it!” he
breathed. “Sorry!”
In
acceptance of the apology, she pressed her fingers against the base of his tail
and began kneading slow circles, seeking the spot that she knew would send him
over the edge. She knew she had found it when she had tried to push her away,
his speech going from English to German and back again as he pleaded with her
to have her turn. It was too late,
though… His release spurted hot and sudden into her mouth, her increased pace
with both his tail and member making him hazy in his logic and words. Finally, when he began to soften in her
grasp, she pulled away. “I can have my
turn when you catch your breath,” she said, a bit breathlessly herself.
Kurt swayed
on his feet for the festfest moment before pulling her into a nearly rough
embrace, kissing her hard and deep, tasting himself on her and hearing her gasp
against his mouth. She stiffened in
surprise as he lifted her again, this time taking her to one of the
outcroppings masquerading as a hay stack.
Breaking the kiss long enough to set her down, he guided her hand to his
already hardening length. “I think it’s
your turn.” His next kiss was more
gentle but still demanding. Kitty
whimpered softly, feeling an abandon and languid warmth seep through her veins,
making her feel oddly and wonderfully helpless as he shoved her skirts up to
her hips, her legs falling open to expose her wet center. With a wordless moan, he pressed against
her, parting her petaled flesh[1]
in a sharp thrust, her own gasping groan sending a spike of heat directly to
his backbrain. He drove into her,
abandoning all reason as her soft cries became louder, ringing off the walls of
the Danger Room, his name a litany on her lips as he felt her quake around him,
the start of her release signaling his own second of the evening. Kitty cried out one time, a loud, high sound
that faded into a moan and breathless gasp as she raised her hips and tightened around him, her body falling
languid as he filled her again. A
panting minute or so later, he withdrew from her and collapsed next to
her. “Katzchen…”
“Can’t…talk…all
sparkley now,” she breathed, smiling with her eyes closed.
“Same here,”
he sighed, pulling her into an embrace.
They lay in relative silence for several more minutes until Kurt started
to feel remarkably drowsy. “Liebes, we’d
better get to bed. It wouldn’t do to
have Logan find us here in a few hours, dressed like this…”
“I don’t
even want to picture it,” she shuddered.
“I’ll go shut off the sim if you want to…um…clean up…” She blushed furiously at this last.
“I’ll wait
down here for you,” he said, pushing her hair out of her eyes.
Kitty
smiled in return and hurried from the room, reappearing a few moments later in
the window of the control room. Kurt
stretched and yawned, feeling so relaxed that he was fairly certain his tail
would be limp for at least the next ten hours.
The scene around him began to dissolve as Kitty shut off the sim but
there was a strange grating metal noise that made him look around, just in time
to see Kitty’s horrified face and hear her cry, “Watch out!” over the
intercom. A large metal boom swung
down, triggered by some accidental fumble of Kitty’s, and struck Kurt on the
back of the head.
“Is he
going to be okay?” Kitty fretted.
Jean yawned
and checked Kurt’s pupils. Or what she
thought were pupils. “I think so…Kitty,
what were you two doing?”
“Nothing,”
she muttered. “Are you sure…”
“He’s
coming ‘round now,” Jean interrupted.
Kurt
blinked and shook himself slightly. “Was…”
“Kurt! Oh,
thank God!” Kitty threw herself on him
in a tight hug. “I’m so sorry!”
“Fair lady,”
he said, a bit surprised, “whatever do you have to apologize for? ‘Twas that varlet who struck me that needs
be sorry!”
Jean
groaned. “Oh, brother…”
[1] That one’s
for the smutmuse, lol.
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