X-Men Fan Fiction ❯ Good Girls Don't Get Caught ❯ An Angel in Flight… ( Chapter 7 )

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 Seven: An Angel in Flight…

I was still at a loss of how to get my darling lover, Scott, to loosen up. During the next few months, we found ourselves busy with various adventures and crises. While I was still trying to formulate a plan, I came across an opportunity to experiment further with this new “toy.”

Warren Worthington III – if anyone fit the title “Angel,” it was certainly this man. Tall, lean and handsome with brilliant blue eyes and golden hair – he was the picture of perfection. The snowy-white wings only enhanced his “angelic” appearance. We’d actually dated a little, years ago, back before Scott and I had acknowledged the depth of our feelings. Why my relationship with Warren never went far, I’m not sure, other than it wasn’t meant to be. It certainly wasn’t lack of attraction.

In the aftermath of one of our more taxing adventures, Warren and several other former X Men were staying at the Institute on a temporary basis. Once again, I was simply doing my usual “bed-check” when I caught a hint of something interesting in this sleeping Angel’s thoughts. So I gathered myself mentally and slipped carefully into his dream…

I found myself in a breathtaking landscape of gorgeously forested mountains and sparkling rivers. On the edge of a towering cliff was Warren, his arms and wings outstretched and poised to take flight. The air was warm and a gentle breeze ruffled his golden hair and his snowy white feathers. He was utterly and gloriously nude, his body compactly muscled and clean limbed, as if designed to be admired rather than simply adapted to the needs of flight. I willed myself to become invisible and intangible, thinking of myself as the breeze that caressed his skin so intimately.

Then with a leap and a powerful stroke of his wings, he was airborne. The very air seemed to cradle and welcome him, sending tendrils of wind through his hair and across his flawlessly tanned skin. I touched his thoughts and they were nearly ecstatic with the joy of flight and the sensual feel of the air across his skin and the sun’s warmth on his back. He began to turn and dive, driving the wind across his own body, trusting in it to buoy him upwards again. His arousal grew with each new sensation and seemed to pulse with each beat of his wings. I had no idea Warren found flight so erotic…I would have thought it had become commonplace to him by now.

Now it seemed the air had a mind of its own. It swept him higher and higher above the mountainside into the crystalline blue sky. His skin was kissed with moisture as he passed through a cloud. The cloud’s touch was like gentle fingers stroking across his skin. He sighed with pleasure and let the air currents carry him where they wished. He rolled slowly through the air as if offering himself to the elements. Or perhaps he was teasing them.

Then the currents became stronger, their grip on his wings firmer. His excitement increased and a sort of tension began to form in the atmosphere around him. He turned to fly back toward his ledge, but the air held him back as if strong hands pressed against his body. The wind drove him higher and faster and carried away the low moan that broke from his throat.

There was strength and purpose carried on the wind now. Flashes of lightning flickered high in the sky and there was the smell of ozone in the air. Warren was whipped through the clouds, droplets of moisture tapping and stinging across his skin, the wind roaring in his ears. He groaned at the pressure on his wings as he was carried forcibly toward the heart of the storm. His heart was beating rapidly and a thrill of danger added to his excitement.

Now a figure could be seen at the core of the storm surrounded by a halo of flickering lightning. He was being drawn ever closer to her. White hair whipped wildly on the breeze and tiny droplets of water gave a subtle sheen to her dusky skin. This goddess was marvelously nude; a sculptor’s masterwork brought to life and set in the heavens to be worshipped. Tiny fingers of electricity roamed across her voluptuous figure and her milky white eyes seemed to see right through him. Warren’s mind was a mad tumble of fear and anticipation, awe and desire. He was in this goddess’s element and was helpless in the face of her power.

The winds brought him closer and the air crackled with electricity. Tiny sparks traveled across his flesh like hundreds of tiny fingers. The goddess’s fingers twitched and a tendril of air seemed to coil around him, touching and caressing him as intimately as a lover. He groaned and writhed in its grip, whispering a plea, or perhaps a prayer. The sound was carried away on the wind, unheard.

And then, as if in answer, she smiled. The wind drew him closer and she reached to touch him. Her warm fingers caressed his face gently. Her hands stroked the hard planes of his chest, palms rubbing lightly across his nipples. Then they trailed lower to trace the well-defined muscles of his belly. He struggled against the winds, his wings and arms pinioned by invisible hands. He moaned as her fingers traveled lower still. Her smile grew wider as she wrapped one hand around him, holding him firmly and leaning close to grant him a kiss.

He opened his mouth to her and she tasted of some exotic spice he could not name. Her lips were soft and full against his. Her kiss had a deliberate gentleness to it that somehow made him feel even more helpless. He moaned and strained against her hand and she laughed softly. She stroked him slowly for a long shuddering moment, swallowing his gasps as the winds carried them higher still. The air was growing colder now and her warm touch was all the more delicious for it. When she pulled away he pleaded for more.

Another soft laugh escaped her, her full lips curved in a knowing smile. Then she pressed against him, mouth hot and hungry against his. Her strong arms wrapped around his shoulders and her legs wrapped around his waist. He was suddenly free and they fell through the air, tumbling slowly. Her body was pressed against his, warm and soft and suddenly quite mortal. His wings stroked the air frantically as he adjusted to her weight. His mind spun as she began to rub her wet heat against his hardness.

The stomach clenching drop became a powerful drive for height as she shifted to take him inside her. He could only hold her tight and continue to fly as she began to writhe against him, riding him. She kissed him fervently and again he tasted the spice on her tongue. The whip of the wind, the heat of her skin and the marvelous friction of their bodies made him shudder and groan. He heard her cries of pleasure in his ear and felt the gathering of electricity in the atmosphere around them. He clung to her tightly as her body arched suddenly. As her release crashed through her, lightning flashed across the sky, frighteningly close, and deafeningly loud.

Now he shifted his hands to cradle her hips, trusting her to hold to him tightly. Her full breasts were crushed against his chest and her lips sought the curve of his neck. He pulled her hips against his body again and again, panting with the effort. He let his spread wings hold them aloft as he drove himself deeper and faster into her warm wet center. Her moans and cries drove him to go harder and faster and she shuddered against him once more. Her climax was punctuated by the sharp crack of lightning and the wind drove stinging droplets of rain along their bodies.

The sound and fury around him seemed to herald his own climax and his cry was lost in the elemental crescendo. The beat of his wings became erratic and they began to fall again. The wind whipped through their hair and across their joined bodies, cooling their heated skin, stripping away the remaining beads of moisture. The storm began to dissipate with a low rumble in the distance.

Before long, the warm gentle breeze returned to ruffle his wings and bear them gently upwards. Recovering now, Warren gently glided back to his ledge to set the goddess upon her feet. Another kiss, this one gentle and reverent….

The dream began to fade away and I let go of it with regret, wishing to hang on to it a little longer. My room seemed small, drab and terribly confining compared to the beautiful landscape and endless skies of Warren’s dream. And the little orgasm I gave myself to relieve my own frustration seemed only the tiniest echo of the elemental sensuality I had just experienced. Who knew Warren was so…spiritual?