Logan lifted her prone body into his great arms and all but flew back to the school. The children gathered around worried by Logan's calm facade now twisted in worry.
He bodily pushed them away as he ran down the halls with his precious cargo and headed for the lower levels. He blasted through the doors and laid her on a table before searching the room for Jean but she was no where to be found.
His legs carried him up the stairs to Xavier's office and he banged on the door entering before Charles could say come in. "Chuck you have to help, it's Ororo."
Charles and his hover chair quickly followed Logan worried for the closest thing to a daughter God had blessed him with and tried to call out to her telepathically.
He received no answer and found he could read nothing from her, it was as if a wall had been raised around her mind.
Although Ororo was quite used to blocking her thoughts from the two telepaths the strenth of it was beyond even his abilities.
Scott had arrived and was standing over Ororo holding her cool hand in one of his warm ones when Logan and Xavier entered. Logan pushed him out of the way to see if there was any change, his heart plummeted when he saw there was none. Xavier placed both hands on the side of Ororo's head and tried to venture inside, the barrage of images and emotions he witnessed and felt made him drop his hands and physically and mentally pulled back.
Ororo snapped back into concsiousness and looked wildly about her. The three men stood by torn as what to do. Logan sat down beside her and crushed her in his hold and just then Jean walked in.
At seeing the display, her face twisted into hatred but when her husband looked at her she quickly put on a mask of worry for her fallen friend.
Ororo saw it though unbeknownst to anyone and shakily stood with Logan's help. "I don't... don't.. know what happened," she stuttered.
"Neither do we I'm afraid my dear. Logan," Xavier called to get his attention, "why don't you take Ororo up to her room and let her get some rest. Maybe when you're refreshed we'll be able to find out more."
Logan nodded and the two left for the attic and Ororo's bedroom. Once there though Ororo's whole persona changed.
She turned to Logan and slowly swept her gaze over him, wherever her eyes touches him burned and if she hadn't just had some kind of traumatic experience he would have thrown her onto the bed.
"Logan," she purred as she swept an elegant hand over his strong chest. Her quick fingers unbutton and push off his shirt before he can even blink and her pink tongue flicks his right nipple.
"Or-" her tongue enters his mouth and stops his sentence as well as all thought. Using his strength he pulled her hands from where they were on his ass and held them behind her back.
She arched her chest into him and he can see her eyes have taken on a golden like tint. "No," he gasps and turns his head.
I know you want me Logan, why do you hesitate? Look at me!" she turns his head and slowly strips from her clothes until she stands before him wearing nothing but a smile ande brazzen in her nakedness.
"Do you have any idea the pleasure I can give you? Not even the power of your stamina will be able to keep up with me. I can have you feeling so good that the only thought you will have for the rest of your days is me.
"Please, a word right now I know you hardly use will become a mantra, and just the sight of me or my voice will get you so hard that it will border on pain.
My nails will scratch down your back breaking your pale skin and causing your life blood to pour down your broad back like water and I will like all of it from your back until it stops and I have you quivering under me like a virgin.
You will be begging me to let you cum, begging me to fuck you, because see all of the strength and control you have is nothing compared to mine. No pretenses between us Logan, just you and me, like it should be.
"Give yourself to me, let me complete you, let me pleasure you, let yourself be free.
Fuck restraint, fuck control and most importantly fuck me. Pummel into me until I have to tell you to stop or we pass out whichever comes first, I personally hope it's the first but either is good.
I am a Goddess Logan, worship me. We can be so good together, we can rule, weather and beast one at last, look me in the eye and tell me you don't want that, look me in the eye and tell me you don't want me, think you can?"
Her skin seemed to glow and her words seemed to cast a spell that slowly entranced Logan, something inside himself told him he couldn't say no if he wanted to, which was the last thing he wanted to do.
This little girl thought she could rule over him, could strip him of control and maybe she could, but she was going to have to work to do it.
Teaching her that lesson, teaching her his strength and learning hers was the sole thought on his mind as he prowled towards her.
He let his last restraint go and threw her onto the bed, following her down onto it slowly.
She unbuttoned his jeans and went to push them off of him but he swatted her hands away and pinned her hands above her with one of his own. He tore a long strip of fabric from her silk midnight sheets and used it to tie her hands above her on the body.
His hands memorized her face, slowly stroking the soft skin paying special attention which received a nip from her blunt teeth.
His hands moved painstakingly lower, caressed her jaw and neck, felt the blood pulsing through her jugular vein. Two hands moved together mapping out her body especially the breasts, the moment his calloused hands touched them her nipples hardened and she arched up into him.
"What do you want?" he growled his hot breath caressing her ear and he nibblled on her earlobe until she herself growled. His hands continued their pursuit, ghosting over her skin, feeling the indentations of her abs the way her stomach clenched when his hands mover over her ribs. Using just the tips of his fingers he traced them slowly up the bottom of her arms and the especially soft skin that he found there.
He kissed each bound wrist and moved lower giving her skin kisses and light nips as he did, by the time he once again reached the peaks of her breasts she was all but crying out. His mouth hovered over the dark nipple slowly breathing it using his hot breath to tighten it even more.
"I thought I asked you, what do you want?"
"You Logan, just you," she cried and in response he pulled one nipple between his teeth and gently bit down, his mouth and tongue soothed the bite and he covered her whole left breast until it shined with his saliva. His hand moulded and caressed her other breast as Ororo's hands rubbed and caressed any part of his skin she could reach.
Logan placed a love bite on her hip and Storm held her breathe in anticipation for what would come next. Logan sat back on his haunches and took in the Goddess that was spread before him, sweat covered her body like a light rain and her whole body was tensed on the brink of release, her moans grew the longer his hands remained at his side and then her nails seemed to grow and before he knew it he was on his back with a naked Ororo with golden eyes and a strong grip keeping him there.
"I want more. NOW!" she said in a voice that was much too deep and harsh to be her normally melodic one and Logan surreptiously looked for some way to get away but ould find none. Suddenly his body went slack beneath her and instead of wondering about his change in behavior she instead basked in her triumph, a mistake that Logan gladly used to switch their positions.
When he now looked into her eyes he saw none of the Ororo Munroe he had come to care for and for the first time he felt helpless and bewildered.
"Let me go," Ororo hissed as she tried to buck him off of her to no avail.
"I don't know who the fuck you are nor do I care all I know is if you don't get out of Ororo's body in 10 seconds... well let's just say you may think you are the ruler of pleasure, well I am the ruler of pain. I will have your body so contorted in agony that the cries will not be able to erupt from your throat because they will be too afraid to. I am Logan, I have looked death in the eye time and time again and kicked his fucking ass and if you think you can get the better of me, your nuts." He reared up and with a right hook Ororo was out cold.
Her cheek was already beginning to swell by the time he got her back down to the sick room. He had dressed her in a silk robe but when Xavier came in first he have Logan a knowing look.
Soon Jean and Scott had also arrived and the four people stood huddle around Ororo's form once again, "I don't know what happened, one minute she was my 'Ro the next she was some person I didn't recognize." No one remarked on the possessive remark, instead they all turned the attention to trying to find out what had happened to their fallen friend.
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