Lynn

As you laid with your back against your pillows and your legs closed to the side, you watch him stand in the corner rubbing one out to the sight of you. He stared lustfully into your eyes, occasionally looking over your figure before back into your eyes. You figured it was a worshipping sort of kink, but something about it was so exciting. Also bare, he stood tall in the corner of your shared, warmly lit room.

The amber lighting of the night stand lamps paired with the lit candle on your dresser made it all even more intimate. Neither of you said anything. Just stared at each other as he pleased himself. The muscles in him arm that moved flexed each time he jerked. You noticed his veins popped up in different places on his body when studying him. Places that made you blush even harder.

Occasionally, he’d moan, but you had to listen really close to hear it at all. The more he got into it, the more his chiseled chest moved in and out. To be watched to intensely, picked apart and eaten by his hungry eyes…it was deliciously thrilling. Right now, it was just you and him.

You tired to let your eyes wander more, and usually they’d just land right on that glistening tip aimed right in your direction. If it wasn’t that, it was his strong thighs or his sensual tail. The yellow light mixed with his blue skin mix with his soft expression made him look so, so beautiful.

While staring into his eyes, you’d lick your lips and palm your breasts. A finger would rub over your nipples and his hand would rub quicker. As he got closer to finishing you shifted a bit, moving your legs while still closed off the bed and in front of you.

Then, you slowly started to open them. You could hear his breath hitch as cold air hit you between your legs.

A pointer finger started to tease your clit, but it didn’t last long because he came the second he stared to hard at your pussy, shuddering and groaning loudly in satifaction. All of it somehow shot onto the bed and some even made it to your leg.

You sat up as he walked towards the bed.

Bright, neon lights fill the room and nearly blind you at this point as bodies, mostly mutants dance and bump into yours. Drunk laughter and loud house music surrounds you from all angles. It was a packed night, yes. It was summer and a weekend during the summer at that.

Against the walls, you’ll see couples making out, some stripping clothes. Some bodies had extra limbs, others tails. A tail just like your new husband’s who is currently grinding against your backside. You’d admit this wasn’t your usual cup of tea, but you had a few drinks and a couple puffs of weed thanks to the generosity of one kind man, so you were more than enjoying yourself. You didn’t care how silly you looked as you let the music move you.

It was right around 1am last time you checked. You and Kurt agreed to leave around 11. That was before you had your second margarita.

The Devil’s Tango was one of those rare places that accepted all. As long as you were over 21 years old, of course. It was a place of no judgement, fun and even a bit of taboo. Mutants opened and ran it, wanting somewhere safe naturally especially after the fall of Genosha. The name had you raising an eyebrow at Kurt when he suggested you two go during your honeymoon. Not because of what it stood for, but the name.

“The Devil’s Tango, huh?” You chuckled a bit laying on his bare chest in your shared hotel bed. He just smiled down at you with an expression you couldn’t quite fully read. “A club named after a phrase for sex?”

“Sounds excitingly intriguing, no?”

You don’t answer, but curiosity did fill your head as you tried to imagine what the inside would look like.

The sex part of it wasn’t going to be in your face, come to find out. You noticed the couples kissing and touching eventually disappear around corners or fade away, leaving behind shoes and sometimes even pants or shirts. The thought of where they went never left you as you danced and drank.

Surprisingly, this was the peak of the night. You were slightly damp from sweating and from the humid atmosphere despite the ceiling fans. Looking up, you finally noticed the disco ball and smiled fully.

“L-look, Kurt!” You say a bit louder than you wanted, almost tripping over your own feet turning to him. You point up as he catches you.

“Ah! So you just noticed?” His hands hold you steady as he looks back down at your drunken smile.

You continue to dance in his grasp exclaiming, “It’s so pretty…”

His hands held your sides lovingly. He was already shirtless and only wore his loose beach shorts. His body was still soft, even a bit warm as you got closer to him just to touch him. Something in the alcohol or in the air lit that familiar spark between your legs as you looked at him closely. Maybe it was the fact it was your honeymoon. It didn’t matter though, you knew what you wanted.

You blurt it out before you can stop yourself, “I’m so turned on by you right now.”

He smirks down at you and kisses your cheek. You grab his face before he fully pulls away, kissing him feverishly on the lips. Lust and euphoria consumed your entire being now, still not caring for the world around you.

“Ahh~ so you want to understand why they call this the devils tango now?” He purred in your ear, a thicker version of accent slipping. You could smell the fruity alcoholic drinks on his breath as he pulls away. You nod at his question, holding onto his arm.

Suddenly, the world spins as he pulls you through the dancing crowd to a darker part of the building. You watch as the sea of bright saturated color change into darkness and then a warm yellow. It takes a few minutes before you realize he pulled you into a bathroom.

“I’ve always wanted to have public bathroom sex!” You whisper while giggling, stumbling backwards before Kurt catches you once more. “Take me over the sink.”

Something was just so exciting about getting completely nude somewhere that wasn’t your bedroom or even the hotel room you’ve been in for a week. You pull your panties down, listening to a muffled version of one of your favorite songs playing outside the door.

Kurt is already bare, touching himself when you finally turn towards him. His eyes were glazed over with lust as he looks down at yours, then your breasts.

He then groans rubbing a finger over his tip, “You are…so so beautiful. So verdammt schön…”

His tail wraps around and tickles your clit as you sit on the edge of the sink. Pleasure erupts from there land you spread your legs wider.

He spits on his hand and rubs it on his length before closing the distance between you two. He whispers in your ear, “Are you ready?”

The thrill of this and horniness fills you as you nod and kiss him. You almost don’t feel him go inside of you as you wrap your arms around his neck. Strong blue arms wraps around once he’s in. You feel his breath on your shoulder and close your eyes.

As he thrusts, you listen to the music once more. Then the slick sounds your bodies make as they move against each other. You wondered how many others got fucked just like you were in this very bathroom.

You feel nothing but love as Kurt moans each time your bodies meet. Warm, wet kisses land all over your body and german sweats fill your ears. Kurt lays his forehead on yours and looks deeply into your eyes. You two were on completely different planets and you don’t know if you’ll ever feel this euphoric and carefree again.

You don’t know how long you two were in that bathroom, but by the time you came out half the place was gone and the music was now slower. The strobe lights were now steady and colors slowly fading into another.

The only evidence of what went on in that bathroom drips a bit down your leg as Kurt guided you out.

“Ready to rest, liebing?” He asked warmly, rubbing your shoulder. You can’t do anything but nod. Fatigued, you and Kurt once more swim through the bodies in a sea of vibrant hues. The music now sounds more distant than ever.

You look back one more time once at the entrance and watch as it all soon becomes a distant memory.

(part one here)

Tags - @purpsy-naz @praisethehighest

It’s been a day.

Mark didn’t stop for hours. You passed out many times and everytime you woke up he was still thrusting. Why were you even surprised? He did have a Viltrumite’s stamina after all.

You never agreed to stop the Viltrumite take over, but he never changed his mind either. He only stopped to get a fucking glass of water. Not because he was tired or giving up but literally just to rehydrate so he could come back and keep going.

You managed to get away from him when he went to the bathroom. You were sore and felt like you were soon going to become one worth the couch bu the minute he was away you ran upstairs to his room and locked the door. His room was as you expected. An earth being, teenaged boys’ room. The dirty clothes and immature books humans called “comics”. You always hated it all. Viltrum was the only way and it made you sick whenever you were faced with traitors. Nolan really taught this boy nothing.

But you still cared for Mark deep down. Maybe that’s why you couldn’t really fight him off the way you want. That’s what made you sick about yourself. You were born and raised on Viltrum, yet since being here on earth you’ve become soft. Too soft. The elites would laugh in your face and never let you live this down if they found out this is why you haven’t reported back in ages.

It wasn’t long before Mark noticed you were gone and started searching for you. Quickly.

You realized you were still bare and threw on one of his oversized shirts. You figured the closet was unfortunately the only and best place you could hide in but as you were looking for boxers or shorts or just literally anything for your bottom half he flew through his floor and spotted you.

“I knew I heard something in here…” He muttered. He was still pissed…

You didn’t even plead. You two fought again, fucked again, fought some more, slept, woke up, fucked, fought….

And so fast forward to today, a day later, you two were “taking a break”. You laid on his parents bed now as he paced the room..still angry somehow.

“What do you think Cecil will feel about you having nonstop sex with your opponents?” You sighed, horribly aching and also cursing yourself for literally not fighting back harder, for letting this happen. Mark never responded.

You sat up slowly and watched him cross his arms and face away from you.

“Hey.”

“Nope.”

“What do you mean “nope”?”

You sighed again and got up to find another shirt to put on. It was a plain shirt, but, nevertheless, it’s Debbie’s.

“Hey, take my mom’s shirt off- and I’m not done with you.”

“You cannot be serious with this. Why..why am i even doing this with you? I should take you to Viltrum right now and stop this.”

“Okay. Do it.”

You froze. It was meant to be a bluff, something to scare him. You knew if you turned him in they’d kill him and then probably you too for messing around. And he was still your boyfriend after all…theyd never understand how this worked. How..caring for others worked. They just say you’re weak then lights out. Forever.

“That’s what i thought. Get back on that bed.”

“Okay, but, Mark seriously let’s just talk, i’m…. I’m tired.”

“And I’M tired of people getting killed for stupid reasons! Why would i let you guys kill more people?”

“Mark you don’t understand we’re trying to help these planets. Those who resist are only getting in the way off something better…we can help the sick, improve technology…”

He wasn’t hearing any of it. He started walking towards you and you knew that look in his eye…

“I. don’t. care.” He pushed you back and you landed with a soft thud. “I’m not gonna stop until you call them off.”

“I can’t do that.”

“Then i can’t stop fucking you.”

“Mark-“

It almost hurt when he pushed himself inside you again. You weren’t as wet as you’d think you needed to be and he was thrusting like crazy. This wasn’t your lovely boyfriend you were used too, he was almost like a machine at this point. You never thought it end, and, yet, it felt so good. Maybe you didn’t want it to end. Or even turn him in.

Something inside, besides him, wanted you to just…..abandon it all. Stop serving Viltrum.

Earth was beautiful. It was the complete opposite of Viltrum. There was structure but it wasn’t everywhere. The emotions…the high and lows of it all. Right now for gods sake. Pain was beautiful. So was grief or just plain sadness. Or happiness. None of that was really allowed back at home. So, maybe, just maybe, Earth changed you. For the better or worse is up to who the person being asked is.

Viltrumites, true ones anyway, wouldn’t even answer and just kill you. Maybe a petty insult beforehand, but still.

Most Earthlings would be happy you’d even considered leaving such an empire.

You didn’t realize Mark finished again until he pulled out of you and grunted loudly. You rarely “disassociated”, but maybe that’s what you just did. Thinking about the happy times with Mark or your fake family or even alone observing these strange lives of Earth.

You didn’t want to fight Mark anymore.

But you didn’t want to kill him either.

What a joke.

You’ve been in the mansion for a few years now. Slowly, after a first full year of therapy, you’ve gotten stronger. There was an attack on the mansion about a few months ago however, and that is when the nightmares started. They were often bloody and dark.

You told Xavier you might need to start therapy again. It was driving you mad waking up in sweat or on the ground.

It started to get to you and that’s when Kurt started coming in. He was worried sick that first night. He comforted you in any way he could, but this was primarily prayer. You didn’t argue. Especially, since it honestly helped you get back to sleep. Part of you swore the prayers were laced with some melatonin. Some nights he bamfed you on the roof and you two spent time counting the stars or looking at the moon if it was full. He told stories about his time at the circus, but sugarcoated nothing. When that topic came up he always reminded you of perseverance.

He nothing short of patient when you couldn’t speak but only cry. He never judged you for being grown and acting like this.

Could you really blame yourself when you started developing feelings? At first, you were freaked out. He was only being nice. This is just how Kurt Wagner was.

Then you started paying more attention to him throughout the day. The way his body moved and muscles flexed when he trained and swung around. Or his smile when telling jokes to other X-men. Soon, whenever he was around your heart beat so quick you knew Xavier or Jean could hear it. This was confirmed when she literally winked at you during dinner one time and he accidentally brushed up against you at the table.

If it was so obvious then how could he not tell?

Then your mind started to wander, and this is where you started feeling really guilty. During team training, you started getting distracted by his charm. He’d pass you a ball or catch you from falling and he was just so damn gentle with you, but so strong at the same time. You started to mentally undress him. You’ve seen his abs before so that wasn’t hard to imagine. His pecks were next. You already knew how his “skin” felt. Soft and like silk, almost like velvet.

It wasn’t fair to him, you thought. Why did you feel this way about him? You thought about him so much that, yes, he started manifesting in your nightmares.

First, he was the one dying and getting hurt with the rest of the team. Then, it was solely just him and those nights were the hardest.

One of said nights, he came in your room the normal way. He was slightly ill, but determined to be by your side. It was dark as the moon wasn’t full anymore and the only light source came from the hall which was dimmed itself during quiet hours.

So, maybe, it was the lighting or the fact you just woke up…but Kurt didn’t look soft and sweet when he was in your doorway this particular night. His yellow eyes glowed like usual, but the rest of him was dark especially the top half of his face. The light behind him highlighted his frame as well as his pointy ears and that tail. You hated even more to admit that in that moment as he slowly walked towards you, you felt fear.

Of course, it only lasted a moment as once he was close enough and you could see him better he was the same kind man.

But the moment and feeling never left your mind no. In fact, you started to explore that side of him. The dark, “scary” side. This didn’t help your guilt, though. You were aware that Kurt struggled with his demonic appearance as it was something he could never truly hide. It was just something about it..that moment, that really just turned you on. As fucked as it was.

Eventually, your nightmares evolved. Now Kurt was the bad guy and would hunt you in the night as you ran through streets. His body moved swiftly in the dark as he prowled. Your brain turned it into an adrenaline rush game of cat and mouse. The dream you always ran, but deep down wanted to be caught just to see what he’d do. Maybe you were not scared of him, but more wildly interested and attracted to him. His three fingered hands honestly never bothered you, and that tail? Your mind went to a dirty place imagining what he’d do with it in bed.

The media called him a monster because of his eccentric features, but you called those same feature sexy. He enthralled you truly.

When the nightmares gave you the results of wet dreams you knew you had a huge problem on your hands. Touching yourself immediately afterwards was the only solution you had. Though it never satisfied the craving for him or the need to be treated like prey. A twisted part of you just wanted those sharp canines of his in your neck, or anywhere on your body. To be held down as he drew blood.

He noticed. Thank God the truth wasn’t obvious.

He’d ask you about how your nights have been. Have the nightmares gone away? Were you okay? You lied and like always he reminded you that he was there.

But when he smiled at you your heart pounded. There were those teeth again. That kindness that drew you in. The same demeanor that made you feel sick because of how your mind has framed him in recent times.

You’d never come clean, but eventually you wouldn’t have a choice.

You were having another nightmare, this one more seductive than any of the previous. You didn’t know you were moaning his name in your sleep or tossing around as he fucked you in the dream. You were weak compared to him, and he took advantage of that. He thrusted with a brutal pace, one that would overstimulate but enjoyable enough.

The familiar sound of your door creaking when it opened pulled you from the dream slightly frustratingly. You felt the familiar wetness between your legs first, then as you looked towards the door you saw him. Just like before, almost completely shadowed with only the light from the hallway to highlight his silhouette. You heart skipped a beat at first, not expecting to see him especially after such a pornographic dream.

Your mind flipped between fear and wondering if this was a reality.

“Kurt..?”, You timidly whisper. You sit up a bit more trying to see not fully looking into his amber eyes.

He took a few more steps, unknowingly exciting you more and responded, “I heard my name.”

How can you answer that? What could you say? Your brain short circuited trying to come up with some sort of a lie.

“Sorry, I must’ve been..dreaming again.”, You say shaking your head and looking away. “Did I wake you?”

He’s closer by the time you look up again, almost towering you. The dark making him look just as sexually menacing as dream Kurt. There was a brief pause and then a husk, “Yes.”

Nothing else.

You weren’t stupid and neither was he. You knew over the past weeks you were hiding things well. You could barely make eye contact and you knew that he knew what a moan sounded like. Wondering what will happen next worried you deeply. Would he be disgusted for lusting after him? Kurt was not a prude but he definitely was more reserved regarding expressing himself when it came to anything sexual in nature. Everyone knew this.

What you didn’t expect was for him sit on your bed and slowly lift a hand to your face. The second he touched you, you wanted to lunge at him and kiss him, literally inhale him if you will, but you fought the urge.

After a while, “I know what you need now.”.

Your heart beats faster. “What do you mean?”

He scoots closer and you swore he was giving you slight bedroom eyes. The suggestion made you feel a familiar tingle between your legs and excitement throughout your body you hated but also loved. You wanted him to admit it, but you knew he wanted the same from you before anything. Consent, also, really turns you on.

He looked away for a second himself and then back into your eyes, almost like he was contemplating. His hand moved to hold yours, and then even more quietly, “I heard it in your voice, I’ve noticed it when you are around me. You vant something…”

You don’t respond, but you do nod slowly.

“I…I am drawn to you as vell..”

And again you nod, scared to say anything.

Then suddenly and huskily, “Say it.”

“Say…?”

“Say vhat you vant. Vhat you need. And I vill.”

You look away and you can’t contain your smile. It’s almost like you’re a giddy teen again. These are moments that happen in stories, but here you are.

At this point you’re so horny you don’t even care if it’s real or not. So you look back at him and say, “I want you, yes. Carnally.”

And when he doesn’t move you quickly add, “Please.”

“I cannot believe I turn you on. Many think I am some monstrosity. A freak. But, you….”

“Kurt, you turn me on in ways I cannot even explain.” You lean back against your headboard, biting your lip. “Please, please take me.”

He doesn’t say anything. He slowly lets go of your hand and slowly pulls the sheets off of you. There’s a new hungry look in his eye that gives you the theory that he’s felt the same way for a minute. What confirmed it was how quick he started to kiss you.

You took the opportunity to bite his lips surprising him, but drawing him in. He satisfyingly got the memo and started to bite back. His hands moved on your body like maybe he was dreaming as well. They were frantic, but firm. Just the way you craved. You didn’t realize you weren’t breathing until he moved to your neck and you took a gasp for air immediately. He searched for your sweet spot, finding it rather quickly like he somehow studied you. When you respond and called his name he took advantage and started to bite there as well.

Then it slipped, “Harder. Please, Kurt. Harder.”

Heat rushed to your face as he looked up, but he didn’t say anything. There was a slight concern behind his eyes, but you figured he was looking or listening for consent so you nodded. Then again, “Please. It’s okay.”

Then he’s back on your neck, kissing you a few times in the same area and then biting harder. There’s sound that escaped you was involuntary, but it made him respond with a moan as well.

You could feel his teeth sink into your skin and that beautiful pain immediately turned into pleasure. It was better than in your dreams because you could feel it all. The weight of his sculpted body, his hands sinking into the curves of your hips, his tail playfully brushing against different areas of exposed skin…

You didn’t notice he drew blood until he started to lick the spot he was biting. It felt warm and tingly and you knew it would cause a mark later, but you didn’t care.

He moved to pull his shirt off rather quickly before kissing you once more, just deeper this time. Quickly, it became sloppy when his tongue slipped into your mouth. The sensation was almost overwhelming. His tongue was stronger than yours and it felt like he was trying to eat you.

“Vait.” He said pulling away quickly out of breath. “I vant to kiss you naked.”

You don’t even say anything and immediately start pulling off your clothes. You wore no bra and this night no underwear either. Kurt pulled the rest of his clothes off while you did and once you both were bare he threw them to the floor, out of the way.

A moment passed and you lean back against the headboard and your pillow. It suddenly hit you that you were naked, in front of the man you’ve been dream about sexually for weeks. It’s real.

You’re shy as he practically devours you with his eyes, mutter swears.

“You are truly beautiful. Really. I…Ido not deserve to see this…”, he sighed. He grabbed your fae once more and turned your head so you’d face him. It took a minute before you met his eyes.

He was sexier than your blurry wet dreams for sure.

“Yes, you do. I don’t deserve to see you like this if anything.” You smiled looking away again.

He titled his head, “Vhy?”

“I..I’ve been having..dreams. About you and I. I just feel guilty and weird. You’re like, the mansion saint.”

“No, no, no. Do not feel guilty.” He said while holding your hand with his. “You could not control it, and it is not real.”

You nod not knowing what to say, but your heart melts because of his sweetness.

After a few second he adds while laughing, “And trust me, I’m no saint.”

You softly giggle at that, and then, “I dream of you differently, you know. It’s almost like a sexy cat and mouse game.”

“Ahh, so that is vhy you like me biting you..”, he smirked. You can’t help but blush a bit at the playful tease.

You feel his hand move off your face and start lowering on your body, feeling the softness of your skin. He stops on your upper thigh. It excites you and heat rushes between your legs once more as you feel his eyes staring there.

“Kiss me again?” You whisper coyly.

His tail wraps around your arm, replacing his other hand as it moved to your other thigh. Slowly, he used a bit of strength to open your legs.

Licking his lips and lowering his head he purrs, “I’d rather kiss you here…if that is okay.”

Your answer is caught on the tip of your tongue as your breath hitched, feeling his lips meet your wet clit. He kisses it a few times and then gives it a few kitty licks, fluttering against it.

“Kurt-!”, you start but he shushes you and proceeded to lick a long stripe against your folds.

You squirm and mewl as he savored the taste of you on his tongue, collecting all the wetness that accumulated there. He groans against you, like your get best thing he’s ever tasted. He flicks his tongue skillfully while simultaneously holding your writhing hips down tightly. You try not to say his name too loudly as you realized the door was still open. In your head, you prayed no one was awake or would walk down the hallway.

“I’ve vanted this for days.” He rasped between licks. “I vanted this so bad.”

You’re at a point of not being able to answer as it all just felt too good. He even added a finger at some point which really was bring you close to an orgasm. You felt it in the pit of your stomach, intense and waiting. It’s almost like he knew too, as he got even more ravenous it seemed.

Wet squelching sounds and your soft moans fill the room. Your mind starts to get fuzzy as pleasure over takes you. You tug a bit on his tail to let him know you’re very, very close. His tongue lapped quicker and unrelentingly. His hands held you down tighter and his brows furrowed in concentration.

Soon, you were arching your back quietly sobbing as you came against his face. Your thighs clenched his head between them and your body jerked in his grip. A hand clenched the pillow behind you tightly as fluid dropped from you. It didn’t last long, but by the end of it you went limp.

“Very very good, love.” He praised rubbing your side. “You tasted nicely.”

“Yeah…?” You breathed watching him climb on top of you.

He moves his head and starts to kiss your neck once more. “Yes. Very.”

He lets you rest for a bit, simply kissing and admiring your post orgasm glow. Your mind was fuzzy, but you still wanted more.

After a while you muster, “I want you inside me.”

“Are you sure?”

“Please,”, you nod quickly. “It’s all I’ve been thinking about.”

His fingers intertwine yours as he kisses your forehead gently. There’s a brief pause before he answered.

“If you wish.”

He moves to position himself and you lay back on the sheets all the way. You never paid much attention to his dick until now. It was definitely not small, or thin. Not that you expected to be, but you didn’t expect it to be on the bigger side either. Two veins ran up across the side and even in the dark you could see a bit of a glisten with pre-cum, which ran down the side a bit as well.

He nuzzles his tail under your chin so you’d look into his eyes again. Then softly, “Are you ready? Are you sure?”

You hold onto his bicep and nod, “Yes.”

He kisses you for a final time and carefully teased your folds with his tip. After a bit of anticipation, he begins to push inside. Both your breaths hitched. The feeling was immediately pressure and once he was halfway you felt the slight burn from the stretch. He noticed you wince and stopped to give a you a second to adjust.

When the burn became pleasure you tapped his shoulder to continue. He rested his head between your shoulder and neck as he pushed all the way in, groaning deeply. His hands were back on your hips tightly.

“Ah, now I need a minute…”, he laughed.

After a few seconds and exciting filling your body once more, you decide to tease him. “Trying not to cum?”

“Sh-shut up. Please.”, he whined gripping tighter. “Because I will.”

It feels like forever before he slowly starts to thrust into you. Immediately pleasure fills your nerves. Your pussy clenches around him, making quiet slick noises whenever his dick moves in and out of you. You’ve longed for this for so long and all thoughts about feeling vulnerable went out the window. Over time, thrusting became ramming. His hips move desperately, chasing a high. Your back is already arching once more and he moves a hand to hold you down by your stomach.

You get the brilliant idea to fight against this, continuously trying to arch your back more and more.

“Stay down, love.” He husked, but you ignore it and started deliberately squirming more. His thrusts stammered as he struggled against you trying to hold you down.

After a while, he gave up being nice finally and pulled out of you quickly to flip you over on your stomach. You grin into the pillow as he holds your arms behind your back and push down, hard.

Hissing, “You will listen to me.”

Slowly, he pushes inside once more not waiting for an answer. It was so gratifying to feel his full body weigh against yours, filling you with immense pleasure. It satisfied an itch you didn’t know needed scratching.

You start letting out muffled unrestrained moans as he filled you completely. Above you, you heard Kurt’s strings of curses and hungry growls. His nails dug into your arms as he aimed for the sweet spot inside you. Something to send you over the edge.

Several more minutes passed as the room not filled with husky breaths and sounds of skin slapping. Both of you tried to hold out as long as possible, but you couldn’t hold back anymore. This time there was no real way to warn Kurt before you came.

He could tell just like before you were close and his tail started to rub against your clit quickly. He whispered encouraging you to finish, as he was right behind you. You could tell by how he started whispering quick in german and by how his thighs started to tremble more over time. His claws sunk a bit into your flesh in the most intoxicating way.

You body twitched once more as you came undone. This time harder than before. As your muscles clenched around him tightly, you squealed and moaned his name not caring if anyone heard anymore.

He slows his thrusts to you could ride the wave of your orgasm and then slowly pulled out of you just in time to cum on your lower back and ass. He groaned sounding almost animalistic as he came, throwing his head back.

You had already plopped onto the bed by the time he finished. Your body was sore already in the most delicious way. Blissed out you didn’t notice him move to grab something off the ground to clean your backside with, but you did hear his sweet praises.

“Waz I…good?” He whispered laying next to you. His hand rubbed your back just about the curve of your ass.

You turned your head to stare into his eyes and smiled, “Otherworldly.”

He chuckled, “I have never heard of that one before..”

You move to snuggle closer to him. The ache between your legs told you that you probably will be limping slightly tomorrow but you didn’t care. All that matter right now was being in his strong arms.

“We should probably close the door at some point, Kurt.” You murmur starting to fall asleep. “Y’know before someone sees us?”

He doesn’t say anything and bamfs quickly to close the door. The smell of sulfur fills your room by the time he’s back in your bed and wrapping his arms around you.

“Better?” He whispered.

You nod against his soft chest. His fur was almost softer than your sheets. It was hard to rid it the urge to fall asleep. You feel him kiss your temple as you closed your eyes.

After a few seconds, his deep voice woke you just a bit, “I’m going to wake you up to pee soon, just letting you know.”

You groan but ignore him. Inside your heart flutters at the small detail of him even knowing about that. He really cares about you, you wondered how you got so lucky with him.

His heart beat and his warm body heat lures you to sleep once more, but not before he lovingly kissed your temple one more time.