| Summary: Danielle and Logan share a feral
encounter. Graphic adult content. |
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| "Marie, what do you
think of this color?" Danielle asked handing a hair color box to Marie.
Marie peered at the hair color box and then at Danielle trying to imagine how she would look. "You would look so cool with it," Marie replied. "Ya think Logan will like it?" Danielle asked. "He would like anything you did. He is so crazy fer ya," Marie responded. "Well, then let's give it a go. Need a new look before we go out tonight," Danielle said blandly. "Where you guys headin' this time?" Marie asked. "He didn't say. He just said to look awesome. That was it – so, I have no clue but I certainly intend on knocking him flat on his ass with that new black outfit," Danielle replied. Hours later...Danielle readied herself with Marie's help. "My gawd, you look so cool. Those platinum highlights really are awesome," Marie said. They both heard the doorknob turning. Danielle had locked it to keep her roommate and lover out. "That would be Logan," she said. Marie went to the door and waited for Danielle to finish putting on her black leather bracelet before allowing Logan in. "Cm' on, Danielle. Ya know a door ain't gonna keep me out," Logan said through the door. Danielle signaled to let him in and Marie slowly opened the door. Logan stood in the doorway, unable to speak. His eyes drifted over Danielle taking in every luscious inch of her. His eyes journeyed over her drifting over the black lacy tights, up to the black denim skirt and further up to her frilly sheer black blouse that showed just the right amount of cleavage to his hungry eyes. "I'll leave you two alone," Marie said, quietly closing the door behind her. Logan walked over to Danielle and gently took a lock of her new blonde highlighted hair in between his fingers. He cocked his head curiously. "Ya hate it," she said with a bit of rejection. He lifted her chin and kissed her softly. "I love it," he replied softly. He kissed her again, deeper and more passionately. When her body nestled closer to his and his hands ran all over her, she felt his body respond physically to her being close. She wrapped her arms around his waist as he pulled back. "Yer gonna kill me with these outfits, woman," he snarled. "Ya sure ya wanna go out now?" she asked him as her hand reached down to feel his throbbing erection. He kissed her again, grinding his hips against her, cupping her against him and leaving a trail of wet kisses from behind her ear down into her cleavage. She let him have his way with her, as always. He bucked a few times against her until he decided he really was hungry and would wait until later. The idea of teasing her would leave her with enough fire to set up for a wild ride later. It would piss her off, but what the hell. It had been some time since Danielle was rescued from Stryker's new installation, where she was altered in much the same way as Logan was. Her personality had changed to a more feline attitude. She still had tons of compassion and love, but she carried herself very differently. Through all of this, Logan still loved her and embraced her – perhaps even more strongly now. They were perfectly matched – altered physically and both with feral tendencies that many times took the forefront. Her feline attitude and stronger personality made her even sexier than before, which Logan thoroughly enjoyed. Yet, it brought forth a strong instinct to protect her and a desire to make sure all other interested males stayed away from her. When Logan escorted her into the restaurants, she clung to him closely. Both of them enjoyed their special times together, but it was sometimes a chore for Logan when some unsuspecting male tried to make idle chat with Danielle. That night would be just one of those nights where Logan was in no mood for any interruptions or diversions. He knew instinctively that Danielle was being watched and would do what was necessary to protect her. That night, as Danielle was returning from the powder room, someone from her past deliberately bumped into her. She greeted the man with a hug and a kiss and made small talk with him for a few minutes. The man glanced in Logan's direction and quickly noticed the angry glare. He swallowed. Logan walked over to Danielle putting his arm around her. He didn't need to plant a passionate kiss on her lips in front of his rival thereby marking her as his territory, but he did anyway. She, of course, loved his full attention and protective ways and would scent mark him by rubbing against him affectionately. Her friend decided it time to part ways and bid farewell. Logan half-smiled hoping the departure was due to his intimidation. After dinner was over and the bill paid, Logan decided to take Danielle for a walk in the crisp night air. The night sky was full of stars as they walked together. He had put his arm around her waist holding her close. She put her arm around him sinking her hand down into his back pocket. She breathed in deeply enjoying the feeling of the crisp air filling and refreshing her lungs. "I wanna go for a ride," he said softly. "Anything ya want, darlin'," she replied with a smirk. She knew he was plotting something. They walked back to where he had parked the motorcycle. He climbed aboard and she got behind him wrapping her arms around his waist. Logan revved the engine and together they thundered on down the back roads heading towards Xavier's School. Before they reached the school, she pulled his jacket signaling him to stop. He pulled off the road and she hopped off and started walking near the edge of the forest. Logan set the kickstand and quickly followed her. "Where ya headin', darlin'?" he asked. She didn't answer him – only turning to him and silently beckoning him to follow her. Then, he knew exactly what she was up to. He knew damn well what she was up to. She knew Logan all too well. Finding a spot that she took a liking to, Danielle headed deeper into the woods and Logan followed. She finally stopped walking, turned to him and wrapped her arms around him. Kissing him deeply, her kiss was full of desire and his nostrils were full of the scent of her arousal. Her hands unzipped his jeans and she pulled him forth to began massaging his throbbing hardened erection. His tongue licked the sweet skin of her neck as his hands ran up under her blouse. That's when she took off, running deeper into the woods. Now, it was time for Logan to pay for teasing her earlier that evening. The hunt was on and Wolverine tracked his prey, the scent of aroused female filled the air and Wolverine hungrily pursued it. Logan stood sniffing the air and realized she was not too far from him. He listened attentively as the sounds of twigs broke under her feet as she padded her way through the woods. Quickly, he ran in that direction, her scent growing stronger as he closed the distance between them. Leaning quietly against a large oak tree, Danielle waited for him. She could hear him growling as he slowly approached her. Threatening to bolt again, the Wolverine rushed her, tying her up in his arms. She struggled half-heartedly loving how it aggravated him. She'd had her revenge and Logan had captured his prey. Logan pushed her against the tree. The animal in him took over and she knew what he wanted. Her. She yanked his shirt off, buttons flying in all directions. He nearly tore off her blouse. Danielle licked and kissed his chest and she slid out of her skirt. He roughly spun her around pressing his chest against her back and then bit her shoulder. His hands kneaded her breasts, causing her nipples to harden under the skillful playing of his fingers. Her back arched under his fingers and a low growl came from her throat, her fingers digging into the tree bark. With the extension of one claw, he reached between her legs and sliced open her panties with the skill of a surgeon. She leaned forward against a fallen tree bracing herself, as Logan curled his body into her. She growled again, softly like a feline ready to mate. She had her champion, and he certainly was ready to claim his prize. With several hard thrusts, he joined with her. She felt him slide inside filling her with his entire length. He bucked strongly until falling into a rhythm that pleased both of them. She listened to his heavy breathing and felt the warmth of his breath as it breezed on her shoulder. He bit down on her shoulder again drawing blood that he readily licked away before the wound healed. She cried aloud, a wild keening sound, the sound of female being pleasured by her mate. His hands held her hips closely to his body. If she were a normal woman without the healing ability, she would certainly have had bruises from where he held her tightly. Their bodies began glistening in the moonlight that sprinkled its way through the leaves of the canopy. A finger found the now erect bud of her womanhood and with a gentle stroke he began to draw forth further pleasure. Her head fell back, gasping for air, the tremors of their lovemaking shaking her to her very core. She could feel him inside her - every inch of his thick throbbing shaft forcefully pushing in and pulling back over and over again. The man had become lost to her and only the wild animal - her Wolverine - was with her now. He held her in place not allowing her to break their connection. The closer they came to reaching the edge of heightened ecstasy, the more vocal Logan became. The air filled with the scent of sex – a perfume mix of saliva, semen, and sweat - as well as Logan's loud animal-like repertoire of grunts, growls, and howls. She loved listening to him – his vocalizations stimulated her equally as much as his internal massage. Danielle pushed back against him and moaned his name through labored breaths. She asked him for more, and he responded with harder thrusts. Their bodies slid against each other as sweat poured down them. Logan's penetrations deepened and began to strike that one special spot that made Danielle scream. Logan held her tightly - pulling her hips to his pelvis, pumping with unbelievable fury. Wolverine was in control - his animal instincts driving him on. He had her on the edge and vulnerable to his every desire. Logan knew he was close to release but tried to hold back to allow the pleasure to last a little longer. He slowed his thrusts briefly to tease her again but started pummelling her with thrusts so strong that made her legs go weak. She would have collapsed on the forest floor if not for Logan holding her up from behind. Her chest heaved, her breathing labored and words were lost to her. Only short sharp growls and grunts passed her lips. Her head hung down, her fingers still clenched in the tree bark. Logan couldn't hold out any longer, if he did he might explode. She sensed his need and tightened her muscles around his shaft squeezing him – wanting to take every drop his body could give her. She tensed, ready to be set free. It was time to let go – to release the high they had been working towards. He could feel her needing it – needing him to let her climax and for him to release. Logan bucked and groaned with every subsequent thrust, sent his seed spilling into her. Her body went limp in his arms as she felt her insides quiver with the pleasure he had worked so hard to give her. Then, she felt his body shudder and he squeezed his eyes closed as his release consumed him. He raised his head to the sky and groaned aloud, almost as if he was in pain as he moved in her a few more times. His motions slowed and the last bit of his seed was given to her. He leaned against her back and rested until the high subsided. His hands gently glided over her shoulders – their bodies still as one. He pressed kisses to her neck and shoulder and licked the sweat from her collarbone. He growled softly and she responded in kind. Their breathing began to return to normal before he finally broke away from her. She turned to him and looked deeply into his eyes and he could see the yellowish glow of the feline she was in her eyes. Much later, after collecting what was left of their clothes, they put themselves back together and returned to the school. They drifted in and walked to Logan's bedroom where they again made love - like civilized humans do. |