| Summary:
What happens when a feral couple with an active sex life move in
together in the student wing of the Xavier School? |
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| The class was
nearing the end - it was fast approaching 4 pm and Logan watched each
pairing complete their test patterns preparing to move to the next
level of their martial arts training. He smiled as each and every
student made him proud - each performed their maneuvers well.
There were few corrections to be made, many compliments to be given,
and the students would be back tomorrow to take their exam - many were
ready to receive black belts and that made Logan happy in his ability
to teach. Then, she walked in. He slid his way between each team trying to focus on the job at hand, but his eyes drifted in her direction. She was dressed in a black lycra bodysuit; her hair tied back in a ponytail. She glided in knowing what she wanted to do - her usual routine of weightlifting, treadmill, and then a swim in the outside pool. His eyes were on her again even though he was shouting orders to his class. The timer sounded and class ended. Students left, and Logan stayed. He sat down and watched her - her curvy body with feline grace never failed to capture his attention. His eyes studied her - every detail of her that he was so intimately familiar with. They belonged to each other in both body and spirit and he made no bones of making sure everyone knew she was his and his only. No matter how many times she proclaimed her love to him, no matter how many times he made love to her and she screamed his name, he was still jealous of any male who dared get close to her. His feral instincts strongly drove him to protect her - to guard her. She was his and there was nothing to be said about it. To her, she loved his protection and didn't protest his jealousy, except when she felt it unnecessary. And, she had no problem telling him to back off. Of course, she would ease his anger with an affectionate rub against his body, a kiss to his lips, and a promise to make mad passionate love to him when they were alone. This day, Danielle went through her usual set of reps on each of the weight machines and was joined by Logan on the treadmill. They ran together doing their usual five mile count. Afterwards, she retrieved her water bottle and quenched her thirst. Logan towelled her off while standing behind her. His nostrils filled with her scent - the sweetness of her sweat - and he closed his eyes. "It's time for a swim," she said softly and together they walked down the hallway back to their room where she would change. Escorting her inside, she felt his hand take hers and she turned to face him. His chest was heaving with deep breaths - inhaling her scent - his brain registering the subtle changes. She looked deep into his eyes as he moved closer to her, his hands laying on her hips and pulling her closer, and she let him kiss her. He hardened nearly instantly consumed in the warmth of her embrace and his drive to again make her his. He lifted her to sit on their dresser and she wrapped her legs around his waist as his lips again claimed hers. Her scent quickly changed getting stronger as he rubbed his body against hers. She pulled his tank top over his head and tossed it to the floor. His hands slid her lycra workout suit off of her teasing himself and her. He slipped out of his sweatpants and moved closer to her. His erection lay against her stomach throbbing, pulsing, ready for her. She pushed him back every so slightly to position him to take her and he did. Her arms wrapped around his neck and he with several gentle thrusts he entered her. He growled with aggression, now forcing his lust-filled shaft to move inside her with a steady and strong rhythm. She asked him to take her to the bed and he lifted her never breaking his connection with her. They maneuvered onto the bed. She was under him and he buried his face into her neck nipping the soft sweet flesh. His tongue traced the curve of her neck up behind her ear and around the folds before he sucked on her earlobe. His hands kneaded her breasts as her hands slid over his sides. She grasped his hips asking him to fuck her. He lifted his torso up grinding his pelvis into hers. His mating instincts took over - their feral side set free. She wrapped her legs around him pulling him closer beckoning him to continue his lovemaking. The bed creaked loudly, the headboard banged against the wall, and anyone passing by their room was very much aware of what Logan and Danielle were again up to. Their vocalizations resonated inside their room and were loud enough to be heard outside their door. Luckily, all the teenagers were in their dormitories doing homework and the only passerbys were Jean and Peter. As they walked passed the door, Jean nearly jumped having been spooked with the sudden loud banging of the headboard against the wall and the ultimate groan of release. "Jesus, they are going to tear this place apart if they keep that up," Peter said. "The Professor is already considering what to do," Jean said. "What has he got in mind?" Peter asked. "Not sure just yet, but I can guess it is going to be a relocation," Jean replied. The Professor was well aware of the sexual activities of the few couples residing at the school. He never had a problem. The adults were all residing in small apartments in the teacher's wing of the mansion and each of those rooms were soundproofed for privacy. Danielle and Logan created a whole new set of issues - they were loud to say the least - and still living close to the dormitories. The next morning, Danielle was summoned to the Professor's office. She walked in looking rather rested and glowing radiantly again. "Danielle, this is a rather sensitive matter I need to address. I am not quite sure how to discuss this," Charles said. "Just go for it. It's nothing bad, is it?" Danielle asked. "No. Well, it is in regards to you and Logan. Now that you and him have paired up, and please, I don't want you to think I am not at all in favor of your being together, but I think we need to discuss relocating you to a more private part of the mansion," he said. "Oh, I guess we are a little too disruptive. I understand," she replied. "I know you will discuss this with Logan. I have a few apartment dormitories left down the far end of the mansion that you can have your pick of. Each one is soundproofed for privacy," he said. "Sounds good. I am sorry for anything we might have done. It's just that..." she trailed off. "You are more uninhibited because of being more feral. I know my basic biology," he smiled before dismissing Danielle. The didn't take long to move into the apartment at the farthest end of the teacher's wing of the mansion, nor did they waste any time breaking in their new room. Logan and Danielle marked each and every item of furniture, the carpet, the bed, the shower, and the dressers with their scent. |
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