X-Men Fan Fiction ❯ Good Girls Don't Get Caught ❯ Eyes in the Dark ( Chapter 3 )

Author’s Note/Disclaimer:

Other than a few boxes of comic books…well, actually, more than a few…I own nothing of Marvel Comics or the X-Men. This is a work of adult fan fiction and is intended solely for entertainment purposes. No disrespect or copyright infringement is intended. I make no money off of this work.

This is a work of erotic fiction…or more bluntly, PWP. Each chapter will be a bit different and have a different pairing. Under no circumstances should this work be distributed to minors or those who are otherwise not legally permitted to view such works. Period.

While these are fictional characters and their ages are a bit fuzzy, please do assume that the youngest are of legal age by whatever standards your community uses. Where I live, the age of consent for both genders is sixteen.

Boring legal stuff out of the way? Good. Bring on the smut!

Warnings: For the work as a whole – Graphic male/female sex. Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, BDSM and fetish overtones, spanking. I’ll leave a little mystery as to the contents of individual chapters. Enjoy.

Chapter Three: Eyes in the Dark

After my first two adventures, I was eager for more. But, should I return to Logan or Peter, or move on to someone new? Maybe even Scott? No, not yet. I wanted more practice. Must I always participate, or could I just watch? After some thought, I settled on Kurt. It was so easy to think of him platonically, ignore the man under the fur and the jocular attitude. I wanted to see what he was like when the mask was gone.

Since I had a specific target in mind, one who often spent much of the night awake, it took time and patience before I finally got my opportunity. This time I entered the dream more carefully, willing myself to invisibility. I meant to be an observer this time. To my relief, it worked. I’m not sure I’m ready for a full-on Nightcrawler experience.

The room was dark, but I could see by the dim light coming through the curtains that it was a bedroom. As I began to make out the details of frilly bedding, a vanity covered with toiletries, and a computer desk with state of the art equipment, I knew it was Kitty’s room. The girl herself lay on the bed, limbs sprawled wide, covered only with a sheet.

I started as a shadow moved by her bed. Two glowing orbs hovered in the darkness and it took a moment for my mind to see Kurt’s shape as he leaned over her bed. I moved closer, biting my lip to keep from revealing my presence. I didn’t know yet if my invisibility would hold true if I cried out.

Kurt’s shadow moved slowly, drawing back the sheet, inch by inch to reveal Kitty’s pale form. She seemed to gleam in the dim light. She wore nothing but a filmy nightgown. Its sheer fabric hid nothing from Kurt’s hungry eyes or mine. As he pulled the last of the sheet from her, she stirred. Quick as lightning, his hand, little more than an inky shadow in the darkness, reached out to cover her mouth.

“Shh…Don’t be afraid.” Kitty’s eyes were wide with surprise and she groped for the missing sheet. “I won’t hurt you, Katzchen. Just let me touch you. Please.” Still holding his hand over her mouth, Kurt moved to crouch on the bed beside her, his free hand trailing down one arm in a gentle caress.

I moved closer, taking up residence as a shadow just on the other side of Kitty’s bed. I willed the light outside to be just a little brighter. And it worked! I could see both of them now. Kitty looked startled and anxious, but not frightened. Kurt’s expression was intent as his tail snaked its way around one of Kitty’s thighs. His hand never stopped stroking her arm, the back of her hand, as if soothing her. Kitty relaxed slightly and he moved his hand from her mouth, instead stroking her cheek, the side of her neck down to her collarbone. He traced the edge of her bare skin above the nightgown. Kitty lay still, eyes closed as his hands drifted lower, smoothing the fabric over the rise of her breasts, tracing her nipples through the thin fabric. He stroked her sides, her belly. I could hear her breathing, the small gasps she made as his hands touched her sensitive skin. Kurt’s breathing was heavy and ragged. His hands paused at her hips before moving lower, stroking the outside of her thighs, massaging them gently.

Then his hands were stroking upwards along the inside of her thighs, pressing them slowly apart, until one hand rested on her sex. Kitty’s breath was coming in short, quick pants now. Kurt shifted, moving closer still to her as he reached for the little bows that held her gown closed. He started at the hem and slowly worked his way upwards, parting the fabric until Kitty lay naked and exposed before him. He moved to crouch between Kitty’s legs.

“Kurt?”

“Shh…Please let me touch you. Close your eyes if you must.” He started again as he had before, stroking her face, her neck, the flesh above her small firm tits. Her nipples stood out sharply against her pale skin and he pulled and twisted them carefully. Kitty closed her eyes, making small noises deep in her throat. His hands traveled lower, thick fingers playing across her ribs, her hips, stroking down her belly until once again his hand rested on her sex.

He massaged her thigh with one hand as the other rubbed slowly across her clit and down toward her opening. I could actually smell the scent of her arousal in the air. I hadn’t known how keen Kurt’s sense of smell was until now. Her hips began to move in time with his hand. She reached for him, making as if to sit up. He pressed her firmly back against the bed, stroking her face gently as if in apology. He returned to his slow rubbing. Kitty’s breathing became more labored, punctuated with little squeals of frustration.

“Kurt…please…” She whispered.

“Please what, Katzchen? Tell me.” Kurt looked concerned, but remained intent on what he had been doing. “Do you wish me to stop?”

“Don’t stop…I want…more…” Kurt’s hand continued to press on her breastbone as his other hand moved farther between her legs than before. Kitty let loose with a moan, her hips rising from the bed. Her hands rose to grip his arm as her back arched, her body shuddering. Her smell intensified as she came with sob. He pulled his hand from her sex and began to withdraw, but Kitty held fast to his arm. “Don’t go.”

“I should go. I do not wish to defile you. Beautiful Katzchen. Let me go.” His voice was thick with emotion and unspent lust. Unable to bear witness to his self-denial, I willed dream-Kitty to persist.

“Kurt, please. Don’t go. I want you to stay. You can’t go.” Given extra strength by my tampering, Kitty tugged hard enough to pull him off balance, so that he fell full length into her embrace. She clung to him tightly as her mouth sought his in the darkness. He was startled, the dream wavered a moment as Kurt’s dreaming mind struggled to accept my abrupt script change. Seeing that Kurt couldn’t accept a Kitty who was too aggressive, I willed her to begin crying, clinging to him as she sobbed.

“No Kitty. Please don’t cry…I will stay.” Kurt’s voice was anxious. I smiled to myself. He never could resist a woman in tears. He began to kiss away her tears, then met her lips again. Soon their kisses became deeper, passionate. Kitty’s hands began to explore his body tentatively, then more confidently as he responded with even deeper kisses, growling deep in his chest. Her hands traveled down his back slowly, ruffling his velvety fur, then smoothing it back down until she reached the waistband of his boxers. He stiffened as she began to tug at them.

“Please Kurt. I want this.” I willed dream-Kitty to continue. “I want you.” He groaned as he buried his face in her hair, holding her tight against his body. I held my breath, wondering which would win out, Kurt’s desire to deny himself, or his desire for Kitty. I’d pushed as far as I dared without disrupting the dream. Then he moved, reaching for the boxers himself, pulling them downwards, carefully extracting his tail. He embraced Kitty again, kissing her deeply as she shifted her hips, making it clear she wanted him inside her.

I watched as Kurt raised himself up, kneeling between her legs. He rested one hand on the inside of her thigh as the other reached down to grasp his erection. Yellow eyes fixed on her face, he guided the head to her entrance, pressing forward slowly, as if expecting her to change her mind. Instead she moaned as he entered her slowly, inching forward until at last their bodies were joined. He lowered his body down until he could take her into his arms, kissing her deeply as he began to pump in and out, his breath ragged with the effort of maintaining control.

I was fascinated as I watched his tail snake around her thigh, squeezing it rhythmically in time with his slow thrusts. Kitty held his face in her hands as she opened her mouth to him. Then she began stroke his shoulders and his sides, each stroke moving lower until her hands rested on his hips. She began moaning in earnest as he released her mouth to nibble at her neck and collarbone. Her hands moved lower, teasing the base of his tail, grabbing at his ass. I heard him growl into her neck, his thrusts becoming harder, but he stubbornly maintained his slow pace while Kitty panted. Light and shadow, their two forms moved together. Kurt gradually began to move faster, Kitty’s moans increased in tempo until her body arched beneath his, shuddering with the force of her orgasm. Now Kurt was growling, his hips thrusting harder and faster, his breathing harsh. Kitty keened another orgasm as he plunged once more into her body with a shout, his hips pumping for a few moments more as he came deep inside her. He collapsed into her arms, where she kissed and stroked him, while the dream began to fade around us.

I returned to myself, alone in my bed. This time I was afire with sexual frustration. I wondered at Kurt’s self-denial, while I reached for my favorite toys. Tonight I would take care of myself. At least twice, maybe three times…Damn, I’m horny. It was fun watching, but next time, I am damned well getting some!