X-men:Bast Ch.3

He wished he could approach her to take their relationship to a more intimate level, but he was far too old-fashioned in that regard. While no stranger to the world of love and romance, he was too much of a gentleman to make a bold move at this point. Which, frankly, he hated. But what was he to do? He was already naturally shy when it came to these things, painfully so, and it was a struggle to overcome that shy instinct in the first place. Perhaps Logan could give him some advice? As terrible an idea s that was, Logan did have a certain way with women…

“Hank,” Ororo called from her room. “Come in and shut the door behind you, please.”

Beast distractedly did as he was told, his eyes glancing around Ororo’s room as he entered, taking in the sight of the rich African wall hangings, one on each wall. There wasn’t much in the way of furniture, but all the pieces were carved of a thick, dark brown, almost black wood with patterns and figures etched in its finish matching the wall hangings.

His gaze fell upon Storm, sitting on the edge of her bed and watching him with amusement.

Hank’s jaw fell open. “Oh my gars and starters.”

Ororo laughed merrily. “I took off the garters, Hank. Hope you don’t mind. You can keep the stars.”

She sat upon the edge of her bed, her long chocolate legs crossed at the knee. She leaned backward slightly, propped up on her hands. She wore a thin, soft green baby doll that split down the middle just below the bustline, falling to either side of her slender belly. It was bright and soft and matched well with darkness of her skin. She wore a matching lime green thong. The baby-doll was ever-so slightly lacey around the edges and lightly embroidered with gentle sweeping swirls to draw the eye.

Hank’s eye, however, was too busy being drawn to the exposed goddess before him. Her breasts were full and large and the baby-doll plunged downward to reveal the full range of her cleavage and a generous portion of the upper slopes of her bosom. Her legs were long and silky, lean and lightly muscled under the surface from such a strenuous and active life. Her belly was slender and curved inward from a narrow waist, with gently pronounced abdominal muscles. Her hips were rounded and full, and the strings of her thong rode upward upon them.

“Your mouth is hanging open, Hank,” Ororo smiled. She tossed her thick white hair, causing it to cascade down in a thick ivory fall across her shoulders. Several locks fell forward to hide her eyes tantalizingly.

“My apologies,” Hank muttered absently.

“Come here, Hank,” Ororo suggested, beckoning with a slender finger.

“Yes Ma’am,” Hank swallowed.

He went to her. Ororo reached up to wrap her arms around his massive furred shoulders. She rose to him as his arms closed around her and their lips met. Hank suppressed the urge to shudder at her cool fingertips gliding through his soft fur. 

Their hands roamed along each other, caressing, stroking, squeezing, exploring. Hank’s long fingers traveled slowly down Storm’s smooth dark sides, rubbing and feeling the softness of her as her slender hands traced their way along his wide furred back. He could taste the gentle flavor of her lips, cinnamon and clovers and all things wild and natural.

Ororo pulled at him lightly, tugging him to her bed. Hank followed willingly, trying not to rush with eagerness. How he wanted her. How he had always wanted her. He absently found himself thankful that all the beds and furniture in the Mansion were so well made as his heavy weight settled on the bed and the mattress only slightly sagged. Ororo laid back, settling on her back as she pulled him forward still, one hand rising to his thick blue hair and holding his face to hers.

She was forced to spread her legs quite wide so that his body could slid between her thighs, but she had the flexibility and limberness of a gymnast and was able to open herself wide for him. Hank leaned forward, his thick, broad arms settling on either side of Storm’s curving figure, supporting his heavy weight easily.

“You have far too much in the way of clothes on, Hank,” she murmured.

“It would seem so,” Hank smiled, unable to keep a touch of shyness from his face. “I suppose would should…rectify the situation?”

“Good idea,” Storm purred smoothly. She gazed into his eyes as she lifted one hand to cup one heavy chocolate breast through her lingerie. She gave it a soft squeeze, then drew her hand away, dragging the triangle of cloth covering her breast as she went. The bare orb of her right breast stared Hank in the face, her nipple quite thick and hard and a shade darker than the rest of her skin. 

Hank fumbled frantically with the buttons of his shirt, his hands shaking in excitement. He took a deep breath and tried to calm down, shifted to a slightly more analytical frame of mind. It helped his fingers remember their normal scientific precision.

Hank tossed his shirt aside and reached out to cup Ororo’s bare tit with a large hand. He gave it a soft squeeze which the woman responded to with a soft sigh and an arching of her back. Hank drew in a breath at the soft fullness of her nubile flesh. He squeezed again, gently rolling the plump orb in his palm. He found her throbbing nipple, swollen and engorged and puckered, ready for pleasure and all the stimulation his nimble fingers could provide. He took it between his thumb and forefinger, his claws pressing to it with such lightness, it was a feather’s caress. Hank was suddenly glad his exact, almost surgical precision allowed him to prevent his claws from being harmful, and for once it had nothing to do with how it affected his lab or research.

“Hank,” Ororo murmured her approval, gazing at him steadily, her eyes deep eyes swimming with desire. She pulled the covering from her other breast and reached for his free hand, pulling it to her impressive chest and placing it upon her jiggling tit flesh.

Hank lowered his face to her tits and slowly kissed the upper slopes of the canyon between them. He was partly nervous he would seem ungentlemanly if he became too bold, but Ororo’s body language told him boldness was just what she wished, and though he was sometimes a bit dense in the ways of women, he was hardly foolish enough to deny her.

His tongue swept down the dark length of cleavage before him, his soft blue fur brushing against the swell of Ororo’s jiggling orbs. She moaned softly, the roughness of his tongue combining with the softness of his fur, two very different sensations that bordered on tickling her but instead sent shivers of delight through her slender, voluptuous form. Her fingers tangled in the thick blue hair on his head, cradling his head to her breasts. She almost jumped as her nipple disappeared between his lips. She felt the sharp points of his teeth, barely even contacting her nipples, making her quiver in excitement as his tongue slid along her sensitive flesh. She could feel her juices trickling from her over-moist pussy down the crack of her ass.

Hank’s weight over her was glorious, making her feel secure and warm. His touch, his feel, the taste of his lips…all was just as she had wanted them to be. Ororo was most pleased.

“Hank…Hank…” Ororo breathed, his name becoming her mantra as her hands slid down his muscled, furred body to fumble with his belt.

Hank took one last, lingering suckle upon the bosom of the African goddess -his goddess- and sat up. His hands were no less eager than hers as he undid his belt. Ororo sat up and, apparently deciding it had fulfilled its purpose, pealed the baby doll off and tossed it to form a pile with his shirt. He almost froze at the beauty of her, but he quickly undid his belt and ended up tearing the button off his trousers in his haste. He tossed the garment onto the growing pile.

Ororo grabbed him and aggressively shoved him down onto the bed as he removed his boxers. Hank stared at her, slightly surprised but thrilled by her energy and the desire he felt pouring from her. Storm stalked up the length of the bed, crouched down like a hunting tigress, her hips swaying back and forth behind her as her breasts hung alluringly below her, swishing with her movement.

She admired his manhood for several moments. His cock, like the rest of him, was blue. The fur, however, fell away at his groin, leaving his cock hairless and smooth like anyone else’s. It was above average in length, just over seven inches long but quite thick. Too thick for Ororo to wrap her slender fingers about fully when she tried. The head was large and fit well with the girth of his shaft, and several pulsing, upraised veins crisscrossed along the length of meat. 

Ororo extended her tongue and slowly dragged the dainty pink appendage along Hanks throbbing dick. He shuddered and watched with wide-eyed amazement as she took a moment to trace each individual vein standing out along the blue member’s surface with her tongue, leaving his cock streamed with saliva. Finally, Storm wrapped her soft lips, her lipstick a soft plum color, around the pulsing blue meat pole and gave a firm, moist suck. Hank nearly jumped at the unbelievable pleasure she sent jolting through his system.

Eagerly Storm sucked him, taking his cock deeper into her mouth, her full soft lips sliding down the length of Hank’s meat as she took him in. Her tongue bathed along him within her mouth, flicking, teasing, caressing, poking, prodding, coating him with her wonderfully warm saliva. Ororo could only take a little over half his length into her mouth, but she made up for it when she began to bob her head up and down the portion trapped inside, drawing it in and out and sucking hungrily at it.

Hank gave an unconscious buck of his hips as Storm’s hand came up to wrap around the base of his cock, holding it steady and jacking the light blue manhood up and down while her mouth worked tirelessly on the rest. She swirled her tongue along his head and traced the broad crown of his corona before dipping back down to take more meat between her lips.

Things were getting almost unbearable for Hank. He didn’t have the most experience in the world, but Ororo was definitely the most talented woman to ever go down on him. After several more moments of heavenly agony he gently touched her shoulder. Storm drew back with a questioning look.

“I do believe you should stop that, my dear, unless you want this to end…prematurely. If it did I do believe I’d be so embarrassed I’d turn red…well, purple, maybe.”

Ororo giggled and rose slowly, gripping the waistband of her thong and shimmying it downward.

Hank’s mouth almost fell open again as he stared at the sight she unveiled. Her pussy was perfect, plump and juicy about the mound with thick, dark petals coming together to make a neat slit. Her cunt was hairless except for a small patch of stark white pubes at the very top of her mound, a bare brushing of faint and whispy white. He could see just a peak inside her folds, the flesh pink and shining with moisture. A trickle of juices already spattered her opening and dripped along her supple black thighs.

“I do believe I shall return the favor,” Hank smiled, sitting up and reaching for her.

Ororo placed her hand on his chest and made a pushing motion. Hank sat back, puzzled. She smiled coyly at him as she slinked into his lap, straddling him.

“More than enough time for that later, Hank. For now…I want something else…you wouldn’t keep me waiting, would you?”

Hank chuckled softly, a bit of his nervousness fading as he felt the heat of her womanhood descending to his cock. Ororo smiled and rubbed her soaked folds along the length of his throbbing fat dick.

“Of course I won’t keep you waiting,” he spoke. “That would be supremely rude of me.”

Storm hissed softly as her cunt sank down the length of his shaft, swallowing him and stretching to receive his girthy meat. She felt wonderfully full and snug around him. Hank steadied her, holding her hips and staring at her. The pleasure was painted plainly on his face.

“Yes Hank, that’s so good,” she breathed as the full length of his impressive fuck pole slid up her clinging passage.

They began a slow, sensual rhythm, Ororo riding his length and raising and lowering herself while Hank supported and followed her lead. The relaxed pace didn’t last long. Soon the slow sensuality turned into desperate, rapid passion, Hank’s throbbing dick plowing into Storm’s soaked, slippery passage at an eager pace. Ororo humped Hank with all the pent up desire and passion she had, slamming her pussy onto his cock over and over, delighting in the spikes of pleasure that raced through her body at his touch and the invasive pulsing of his throbbing length of meat. Her dark chocolate folds swallowed the swollen blue shaft of his pumping cock over and over, her syrupy juices dripping out of her spread pussy lips to coat his pole. Hank thrust into her powerfully, gripping her hips and filling her eagerly, his hands sliding back to cup the round fullness of her buttocks. They were perfect, round and pert and firm, as if sculpted for the most exquisite of carvings.

“Fuck me,” Ororo chanted. “Fuck me, fuck me,” she whispered, a whole new mantra.

Hanks blood coursed thickly as he eagerly complied, gripping the thick swell of her ass and burying himself endlessly into the velvety passage of Storm’s fuckhole, pumping the sucking tunnel open over and over. The sounds of passion and sex and desires finally uncovered filled the room.

The pace and the lust, the well of so many feelings and emotions proved to be too much. Ororo lowered her face to kiss Hank deeply as her cunt spasmed and squeezed in orgasmic frenzy around Hank’s blue meat. She screamed into his mouth and writhed atop him, pressing her gyrating, jiggling body to him. He could feel the smooth muscles of her abdomen scrunching against him, her thighs squeezing around his lap as her tits wobbled against his chest.

Hank let out a quiet roar of his own as his seed exploded into Ororo’s cunt, splattering her insides and coating them thickly in creamy hot cum. Ororo spasmed with a bit more intensity as her orgasm intensified and rode outward. Hank pumped himself into her, spurt after spurt of seed flooding into Ororo, filling her, spreading into her womb and leaking slowly out of her over stuffed, well fucked hole.

They collapsed together, panting, shivering, pleasure and satisfaction and affection washing over them in alternating bursts.

“My lord,” Ororo panted, smiling at Hank as she reached up to cup his furry cheek with one hand. “You are a Beast, aren’t you?”

Hank smiled, brushing the thick white hair from her face with one thick finger. He was slowly shrinking down, but his cock stubbornly remained lodge in her womanhood’s clutching embrace. “That was astounding. I…honestly, the words desert me…with all my wide and sweeping vocabulary, all I can think to say is ‘wow’. Well, ‘wow’ and ‘fan-fucking-tastic’. But that just seems somewhat crude, though entirely appropriate.”

Ororo smiled and shut her yes, curling her head against Hank’s soft neck and pressing her body to him. “So, Dr. McCoy, do you think you would be interested in repeating that experience on a regular basis?”

Hank chuckled and squeezed her gently. “How could I possibly say no to an offer like that? I may be a dense genius, my dear, but I’m not an idiot.”

End Ch. 3

Not a whole lot to say about this chapter. No action in this one, and there won’t be a terrible lot of action in the next one, but for those action fans out there, it’s coming, never fear ;)

And I’ve always thought that Hank was an awesome character who gets handed a raw deal a lot. So dammit, it’s about frickin’ time the man got laid!

Chapter 4 coming soon, so stay tuned one and all!