X-Men Porn Story: Congratulations
Kurt folded the letter neatly and tucked it back into the torn envelope, smoothing it so that it was relatively nice and flat. Kitty was hunched over her desk and had yet to notice him standing just inside her room, shifting ever so slightly from foot to foot, his tail swishing. Kitty was typing away at her sixth draft of a term paper for one of her advanced physics classes, her hair twisted into a messy wad at the nape of her neck and run through with a pencil, her shoes off and her toes dug into the carpet, clenching and unclenching as the paper twisted itself into Gordian knots of footnotes and explanations.
He could easily stare at her all day and into the night, never touching her but just looking, he thought, fixated on the nape of her neck and it’s starburst of freckles at her hairline. He edged further into the room, tucking the letter into his pocket and turning off his holo. Alone with her, he did not need it and, she had once told him in the dark and quiet of her room late at night, it made her a bit creeped out since she had come to love him as Kurt and not some idea of Kurt. He could smell the warm scent of her skin and perfume mingled with the floral sweetness of her shampoo as he stood now just a few feet from her. She still did not turn to see him. He bit his lip and debated just leaving and finding her later or in the morning, but before he could leave, she finally turned around to see him standing there.
Hi Katzchen,” he grinned. “Guess what I have?” “Scurvy?” she hazarded, smiling as she shoved stray hair from her eyes. “Um…nein…” He wrinkled his nose at her humor and moved closer to her as she stood. “It’s small.” She raised a brow. “Then I know what it’s not…” Kurt blushed under his fur. “Katzchen!” he chided, pushing his finger against her shoulder. “You’ve got a dirty mind!”
“Not so much dirty as slightly soiled,” she acknowledged. “So what do you have?” She took his elbow and led him to the bed, sitting cross legged on the edge and patting the spot next to her.
Kurt felt the paper in his pocket wrinkle a little as he sat and had the urge to smooth it out again, keep it nice and flat and pristine. “It’s something that showed up much unexpected.” “Sure it’s not scurvy?”
“Positive,” he groaned, rolling his eyes. He took her hands in his and leaned close, kissing her on the lips, pulling away just enough to talk.
“I got a letter.” “From…?” she queried, leaning in again to kiss him. She lingered, darting her tongue out to part his lips, barely gaining entry before he pulled away, groaning slightly. “From a school…” He wiggled his eyebrows meaningfully. He did not add that it was the only one had had applied to. Kitty stared for a moment, the impact of his words sinking in. Then, she smiled widely and suddenly, letting out something to a war cry and tackling him, a difficult thing to manage from a seated position but knocking him onto his back nonetheless.
Kurt was about to tell her about the rest of his good news when she kissed him again, taking advantage of the fact he was about to speak and darting her tongue into his mouth. “I told you,” she said, kissing him again, “you would get in!” She kissed him a third time, deepening the embrace as she settled her weight against him. “And you doubted me!” she added, pulling away a little and pouting. As if fuzzy, she pinched his ribs.
“OW! Katzchen!” he cried, grabbing her wrists and moving quickly so that she was the one pined to the floor and he was above her, holding her wrists above her head. She smiled quickly then looked contrite. “Sorry… I guess I’m just excited that you got into school! I thought you didn’t really want to go,” she added, trailing her toes up the back of his leg. Kurt bit his lip as the shivers ran up his spine. “I didn’t, but it was for the wrong reasons…” The pale skin of her throat was just too tempting. He dipped his head and placed several hot, lingering kisses along the line of her neck from her chin to her collar bone. Kitty sighed and closed her eyes, not bothering to struggle against his hold. Kurt broke away regretfully and said “I’m supposed to go up there tomorrow and see about a schedule thing… I’m not too clear on it. The Professor set it up…”
Kurt was finding himself severely distracted as he spoke. Kitty’s blouse had come undone near the neckline and it was parted to expose the side of her breast, the creamy white flesh covered in black lace and moving as she breathed. He found himself leaning closer, words dying in his throat as he pressed his lips to her skin. Kitty murmured low in her throat and arched her back slightly, as if offering herself to him. Her legs came around his hips almost automatically, her body responding to his touch enthusiastically.
He could smell her skin, her scent, how aroused she was becoming and it triggered some primal part of his brain that he could not quite control perfectly. He fumbled with the rest of the buttons on her blouse and she gasped, the sound dissolving into a soft laugh as he pushed the fabric away and tugged at the lace of her bra.
She took advantage of her hands now being free of his and reached to help him, grasping her bra straps and pulling the garment off by virtue of her own hands. For a brief moment she raised a brow and grinned at Kurt’s appreciative sigh. “Thanks,” she demurred, raising her hips a little. “Not so bad yourself.” “Liebes,” he groaned, mildly embarrassed. “You make me feel lecherous when you say things like that. “I’m sorry,” she sighed, wiggling slightly. “But it’s true. So does this mean I’m a bad girl and need to be punished?”
Kurt blinked. “Have you been talking to Amara?” She rolled her eyes a bit at that. “Don’t worry. I’m not hiding a whip under the bed or anything.” She tightened her legs around his waist and smiled even more broadly. “So…” He sighed, smiling himself. “Right, less talking more loving right Katzchen?”
“I didn’t say that!” she protested, her words ending in a gasp as he bent to kiss her breast but bit down on her nipple, not hard enough to truly hurt but enough to surprise her and send a jolt of sharp pleasure to her very core. Kitty groaned as he followed the bite with a long, slow lick, circling the turgid peak and drawing on it as he pinched her other nipple, rubbing the newly pink skin with his thumb to soothe her before doing it again. Kitty felt heat pool between her thighs and she groaned his arousal obvious even through his jeans as he pressed against her. Kurt broke away from the oral ministrations to her left breast only to switch sides, his fingers slipping over the damp flesh as he repeated the attentions on her other side. She could feel her control slipping and she loved it, letting him do to her without being asked what she wanted. She would not admit it to anyone, not even him.
She closed her eyes and groaned as he moved downward, trailing damp kisses down her belly to the waistband of her jeans, his hands sliding down her sides to rest at her hips. Her breasts ached from his touch and she did not know if she wanted him to do it some more or go onward. He did not give her a chance to decide as he unfastened her jeans and tugged them down her legs, exposing her cotton-clad sex to his hungry gaze. She whimpered, the anticipation almost too much as he simply looked at her, followed the curve of her hips and thighs with his eyes, wandering towards the damp fabric covering her soft hidden moist flesh. She murmured his name and he smiled faintly, his fangs sharp points against dark blue. She parted her legs a bit more, clear invitation, and his smile became more edged. She did not think anyone could possibly get undressed that quickly, but he was against her, naked and hard, before she had time to feel a breeze before he was on her. “Lock the door?”
He nodded. “Made sure when I came in…”
His fingers found her wet center and he sighed as she moaned softly. She was hot against his skin, her body more than ready for him. She sighed as he rubbed the tight pearl of her desire, moving his finger within her, making her move against him. Almost without realizing it, she reached for her breasts, her fingers skating over the sensitive flesh and finally, almost reluctantly, she began toying with herself, touching her breasts and pinching the still-hard nipples, moaning louder as Kurt increased his ministrations between her thighs. He wanted to be inside her desperately but he also wanted it to last. He sighed, deciding that he had the rest of his life to take his time, regretfully pulling his hand away from her.
Kitty’s eyes snapped open she grabbed his wrist, bringing his fingers to her lips. She caught his gaze as she took his finger, damp with her desire, into her mouth and began licking and sucking, removing every trace of her arousal from him. Kurt’s eyes narrowed with desire for her and he shuddered, her tongue and lips sending jolts of pleasure straight down his spine, making his tail lash in excitement. He carefully took his fingers away, her frown making him smile again, so petulant did she seem.
Kitty groaned loudly as he pressed into her, filling her slowly, his weight not unwelcome against her. She arched her hips, giving him greater access to her center, arching her back as his fur tickled her sensitized flesh. It seemed to take forever to sink all the way into her sex, a teasing slowness that only served to inflame her further. She used every last ounce of self control to keep from thrashing madly beneath him in order to seek release. Once he was fully within her, he began to move and she felt somewhat relieved; she did not think she could stand any sort of teasing at that moment. She nearly phased, though, as she felt the tip of his tail between them, not seeking entry but tracing her nether lips, tickling and tantalizing her, tracing through the moisture of her desire. She whimpered as it brushed the apex of her sex, the center of her desire, but he did not linger.
His face was pressed against her neck and she could feel rather than hear him murmur against her, entreaties that meant nothing in waking life but everything in the hazy twilight of their joining. She moaned and shifted, raising her hips against his, seeking more contact. Kitty did not think she would last much longer and felt the last bits of control slip as his tail, damp with her desire, pushed delicately at a place usually left untouched. She gasped and held very still—they had done this a few times before and she trusted him, but there was always a moment of pain before the pleasure. She groaned, Kurt’s own noise of ecstasy nearly drowning her out as he pushed into her gently. She felt him pause before trying a little further.
Soon, she was completely filled, her sex clutching at his as the tip of his tail twisted carefully within her. She felt like the entire world was made up of heat and need and want and she just could not stand it a moment longer. Her releases were sudden and hard, making her writhing beneath him and cry out incoherently as he bit down on her shoulder. Kitty clutched at him fervently, desperate for the feeling to never end but at the same time, nearly in pain from the intensity of it all. She felt him stiffen against her then groan; his release filling her as his body shuddered, pressing her into the mattress as he seemed to melt against her.
Kurt was loathing pulling away, but he had to. Regretfully, he hurried to the small bathroom in her room and returned with things to clean up with. “I think,” he sighed, still slightly out of breath, “that was the best congratulations I’ve ever received.”