Mutants (non x-men)

[zoltrix]

It's about time the villains got something going on

ooc: I see no problem with letting Andrea go. It'll give Sexygurl more options when she returns.

bic: "Excellent, Fortunato. I knew you would come around. As for the girl," I send my thought to Fortunato only, "she may still be of use to us. You may dispose of the Parasite in whatever manner you wish. I doubt Deadeye's mind grip on Vincent is as firm as he thinks." I address Deadeye, and speak for all to hear. "Well, will you join us? I need your decision immediately. And as for you," I turn to the girl, who is shaking the daze off and looking around wildly, "Do you support our movement against the humans? Will you join us?"
The girl seems completely confused. I turn to the Parasite, who still has not spoken a word to me or to anyone. "He glares at me, and I smile thinly.

 

[peterpan]

Eddie Deadeye

Either of these two nutters could take me out with a thought. I flash a call to Parasite. "What are you waiting for? Take Fortunato out." But something has made him doubt me.

I never had any particular quarrel with vanilla humans. Mutants betrayed me worse. Due to picking the right friends, I coasted the troubles quite profitably. Not something to bring up here.

I doubt they are insane enough to plot restarting the troubles and let witnesses live. I smile enthusiastically. "Sure. Who hasn't been waiting to give some back.... But isn't plotting revenge and bloodshed always better over drinks?" Ouch. That could have come out more fervent.

OOC:___
I might be away for a while.
Let Eddie just wander back to the D n' A.

 

[sojournerwolf]

The band is taking a break and I order up a second beer before sauntering over to chat with them. The lead guitarist and drummer I know, we've jammed together in the past. The others are strangers to me, though their female back up I would not mind getting to know better. Clete, the drummer who does not use sticks and has this amazing ability to create reverb through his own mutation asks me if I remember any of those old Doors songs we used to hammer. he thinks the crowd might get a kick out of them, most of them being too young to know them well. I learned them at my mom's knee before the troubles and they stuck with me ever since.

With the lead singer's permission I take up his guitar and climb onto the stage. I run the riff and then start up with "People Are Strange" just 'cause I think it should be worth a laugh or two here.

[Edited by sojournerwolf on 05-27-2001 at 12:27 PM]

 

[sojournerwolf]

NEED MORE PLAYERS

seems to me anyway. Lots of room here for interactions with and around the group of plotters. How about it, boys and girls? Get in on the action with your own sets of powers, emotional dysfunctions, and lusts. *ROFL*

 

[Inkubus]

Vincent

OOC Gee I work a double shift or two and everything changes ;-)
Ok as for Vincent the way I read it , it was already scripted , My char had taken major actions and they were (I felt) not in the char's mindset. upon consideration everyone has been pretty cool about it and this thread has great potential. So I just figured I misinterpreted were all pretty clear now and if not Ill we can Im or e mail.

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IC****************************************************
Vincent scanned the room confused, he could feel the tides of power shifting like quiksand and the more these guys squeezed the more it slipped through their fingers. Vincent relaxed his field and a slight wave extended around him..any one too near to him would feel the dampening affect. but Vincent sat back and muttered "Now , now..lets all sit back and behave like civilized beings."Vincent waited to see if someone would attack , He was utterly confused by who belived what and to what side. So as he had done in all things in life he sat back and 'watched' to see what happened ....later he would decide what he had seen.

 

[sojournerwolf]

Lucas

Who'd have thunk it? The crowd really seems to like these old songs. The band joins me on stage and we give them "Break On Through", "The Crystal Ship", "Light My Fire", "Riders On the Storm", "Love Me Two Times", "RoadHouse Blues" and "Love Her Madly". I start getting the sense the lead singer is getting a bit jealous. He's good, damn good. But part of my mutation is being able to go higher and lower in the register with perfect pitch and ear. I'm by no means as good as the one called Siren, but then no one is as good as she is.

The bartender treats me to a pitcher and I find a table to enjoy the music of the band. Several mutants come over and thank me, tell me they really liked the songs. I guess Morrison is just timeless, as my momma always used to say.

I let my thoughts drift as I sip the brew. My mom never did tell me who my dad was, which has given me a lot to speculate about. Especially after the Genoshans mentioned that my particular mutation seemed to be something a little different. I had heard of at least two others, similar in the accelerated healing factor, the predatory characteristics, the strength, the heightened senses, the speed, though they had variations of their own, longer claws, that sort of thing. The Genoshans, who had kept me for experimental purposes had mentioned others, though not by name. They speculated that perhaps, genetically, we represented a complete break with the humans that might be evolving as opposed to other mutants whose powers seemed for the most part, unique to them.

Fortunately for me, they never got too far along in those experiments. One of them, some old man with a Canadian accent kept talking about an experiment his government had pulled off and wanted to do it to me. I never got the details, but it sounded damn painful.

I stretch and fill my glass again, my eyes wandering around at the couples. Not too many single females at the moment, but maybe that would change as the evening progressed. Sure hoped so, anyway.

 

[intriguess]

Violet

I got everything stored away, I needed to be more careful about my forays into the town. My powers would lead to....I drifted off not wanting to think about it but the memories flooded back.

Once my healing ability had been discovered I had undergone further testing to see if my ability could be used to harm. I shivered as they tested and probed. It was only after the fall of the Genosha government that I had access to the files, I had the ability to rearrange genetic code. Which meant I could not only fix minor physical mutations and increase healing time in a short time, but I could also cause minor mutations and with repeated intense contact remove, enhance or create a mutation.

I shuddered against the wall, if my full range of power were to become known. Mutants would seek me as well as evil people. I cringed, sexual energy fields enhanced my ability and I sank into bed, I had killed my first lover, and the Genoshans had killed my second.

From then on my powers had been charged and used by various mutants, I tried to blank out the memories so many of them had been drained or killed.

I woke up in a cold sweat.

 

[Sexygurl69]

Andrea

OOC: Sorry....Memorial day, family time. Computer has been taken durring this weekend. Also been in a bad mood because of it. Well I'm back....Hopefully.

IC: I Snaped back into some sort of reality. I was in someones grip, and the told me I was free. Free from what? I have absolutely no Idea where I am or who these people are. I looked at the people in the room. The were dicussing something. The Girl turned up many times in the convorsation. I was the only girl in the room so I assumed it was me. I felt confused.

I pulled away from the person, and looked around, trying to figure out the purpous of my being here. My head started to throb, and I placed my hand on it. I sat down on a couch. "Who are you people? Why am I here?" I asked.

 

[intriguess]

Violet

I found myself pulled by a hunger I detested and welcomed, my flimsy black silken nightgown billowing over my full figure as I approached the window. I pulled the whistle up to my lips and blew.

 

[sojournerwolf]

Lucas

I step outside for some fresh air...breathing deeply, I almost miss the sound...almost. I cock my head and listen again. Yes, there, on the wind.

Panic surges up in me as first I think perhaps Violet is in some danger. Kicking off the moccasins I wear, I begin loping out of the town, towards the forest. I hear the whistle again and strip my shirt from me to give me greater freedom of movement. Running faster, ever faster, I move with silence and speed of the predator following the sound. My heart pounds within me.

As I draw closer, a strange sense comes over me, I feel internal fire building, desire growing. Visions of Violet begin to flash in my mind, surrounded by a dark, gossamer cloud. I feel the hunger of lust growing step by step. I throw back my head and howl into the night as I run faster and faster yet.

And then, I burst into the clearing beside her cabin. Barely slowing, I stride to the door and fling it open, my chest heaving, my muscles tingling as if entering a field of unknown engergy, my groin feeling as if a knot of pure white heat pulses behind it.

There she is, nearly like my vision, her body barely concealed by the gown she wears.

It is in the back of my mind to make some quip about the whiste, to say something stupid like, "You called, madam?"

But seeing her there, the wind fluttering her nightgown around her, her own body full and ripe, her nipples pressing against the fabric, I move across the floor instead with a low growl and take her in my arms and press my lips to hers, feeling the softness, the heat crushed to my own hard muscled body in its fever.

 

[intriguess]

Violet

The intensity of his greeting drops us to the bed, our lips entwined in a fevered kiss, tongues teasing, my fingers drag up his bare back, nails scraping the skin. I find myself growling, a deep throated sound of need, lust and desire. I feel my dark hard nipples dragging delightfully along my silken nightgown as I breath. Gazing into his eyes, seeing that need and hunger reflected. It excited me and scared me all at the same time. The air crackled with energy, and with a suddenness that startled me the gown was ripped away, by his large hands.

 

[sojournerwolf]

Lucas

Violet's lips are full and ripe, as eager as my own. The heat of her radiates through the thin material of her nightgown. Her tounge is nimble, dancing with mine. Her sharp nails on my back are like meteor streaks. I tear away her nightgown, to feel her body next to mine through the short, soft hair that covers me. My cock throbs harder, longer than I have ever known it.

My hands tangle in her hair, drawing her head back as my lips and tongue glide to the soft arch of her throat. sucking lightly, kissing, lingering in those soft places just under the jaw and chin. I answer her growl with one of my own as I caress her breasts with my tongue and lips, kissing softly around the base of each, slowly working my way up, my kisses becoming interspersed with soft licks and gentle nips.


I trail a hand along her breasts, teasing the nipples into greater hardness. She writhes beneath me as I draw each in by turn, sucking so that they are taut while my tongue teases. My hand moves lower, drawing my nails along the sleekness of her belly, thumb pressing into her navel for a moment so she might feel the answering pressure of the other end of those nerves deep within her womb.

My mouth roams those same gently rolling plains, I am hungry for her, the taste the smell the feel the sight the sound all pouring into my heightened senses. With every tremor and moan, I give special attention to those places along her body smelling her growing desire.

The air seems to crackle with energy around us. I can feel the tension in my groin as almost unberable. Yet, I must taste first, must know the flavor and scent of her on the most intimate levels.


My tonuge is long, and more supple than most. It teases apart her thighs even as my hands glide along her swollen outer lips, lightly parting her. I let the tip moistly tease her, trail slowly along the channel between her outer and inner lips. There, beside her clitoris, I touch and she squirms...I lightly lick, then again and again with greater pressure. I draw my tongue slowly up and down the lenght of her clitoris as my hands move to her buttocks, squeezing, parting.

Sucking just the head of her clitoris into my mouth, letting the fleshy hood draw back from the slick, smooth bulb, I suck just lightly enough to cause her to gasp, again and again...My fingers tease at her anus,the soft hairs fluttering over my finger tips.

Slowly, I let my strong, supple tongue part her inner lips, sinuously wind its way into her, deeper, deeper, ever deeper until I come to that faint depressing which my tongue is comfortably long enough to reach...that special inner ruby. My tongue quivers within her, the flavor of her pouring into me as I begin licking back and forth through her tight channel, caressing the spot, moving almost all the way out to where my tongue drags across her clitoris....I move my hands from her buttocks for a moment and place them high up on her sides. Very slowly, I drag the nails down her sides, along her ribs and belly as my tongue slips out of her, glides along her perineum and teases her anus, then slowly moves back aong that same moist, spicy trail and I suck her clitoris into my mouth, my long tongue reaching deep within to probe, to taste, to savor

[Edited by sojournerwolf on 05-29-2001 at 07:40 PM]

 

[intriguess]

Violet

I am drawn to him as he is to me and I feel as if i'm floating off the bed as his tongue seems to snake and maneuver inside me, my breaht coming in ragged gasps as tingles spread throughout me and with a sudden pulse that jolts through us my skin begins glowing as I let myself go feeling my orgasm peak and crest and rise again. I gasp as it threatens to drown me in the intensity.

 

[sojournerwolf]

The taste of Violet is intoxicating. I grow giddy on the changing flavor of her juices as she approaches and shudders into orgasm again and again.

 

[intriguess]

Violet

I whimper a soft yessssssssssss, as my skin seems to absorb the energy glow the room suddenly dimmer in the moonlight.

I glance down, "You okay?" I whisper ever so softly as my mind stops spinning and I realize what I've done, hoping I didn't overdo it, even as my skin starts tingling again.

 

[sojournerwolf]

Lucas

Violet's flesh is sweet upon my tongue, the spiciness of her anus exciting. But it is the flavor of her juices I find intoxicating. I grow giddy with their change as she approaches and shudders into orgasm. I slowly work my tongue between her anus and clit, slowly, sinuously around the dark rosette between her buttocks, slithering along her perinieum, then to her clitoris again, cupping it in my tongue, savoring until she peaks again.

As she trembles in the throes of yet another ecstasy, I begin kissing my way along her body, licking her lower belly, teasing her navel with my lips and tongue, lightly nipping along her belly, my hands stroking from the insides of her thighs to her breasts and back again. My lips cuckle her slowly this time missing not an inch of her succulent skin until I have found her throat. I unfasten my jeans and kick them off.

Rising above her, I let the tip of my cock stroke her belly, glide through the soft brush of her pubic hair. Her sheer sensuality is awe inspiring. I tease along her swollen, moist pussy with the tip of my cock, sliding it lengthwise between them, feeling her moisture slick upon me.

Gently, though I want more than anything to plunge into her, I let her inner lips take my cock into her, bit by agonizing bit, gradual movement in and out, moving into her a little deeper each time. The feel of her tight heat sends lightning coursing through my veins. I continue to move into her, gradually more and more, grinning at her at the teasing playful way we are joining until at long last, the full length of my cock is within her, our hips softly colliding.

I raise my face to hers, smiling, then kiss her, long and deeply as I very, very slowly draw out...and when I am almost completely out of her, just the swelling knob of me within, I drive hard and sure deep into her, my body arching with the sheer sensation of feeling her flow around me.

 

[intriguess]

Violet

He didn't answer, but didn't need to as he slowly moved up my body pulling his jeans off. Revealing his need, I lick my lips eyes beckoning to him as we finally merge in a heated embrace, my hips rising wiggling feeling him caress every inner inch in ever so slowly and then out. Feeling the tip encased inside me, my body unwilling to let go wanting to suck him back in hips rising, legs stretching out and surrounding his strong hips.


"Yes," it's a fierce growl of need from deep within me.

 

[sojournerwolf]

Lucas

I feel her hold on me, tight and strong as I move in and out of her. I respond to her growl with one of my own.

"Draw from me as you wish," I say, knowing my own accelerated healing factor will kick in to provide the sort of endurance I hope can meet her needs and mine. "Feel me in you throbbing with all the fire of the stars in the night sky."

Her legs wrap around me, and I can feel the pulse of my penis as it begins to swell at the head like that of a wolf's. I slip one hand behind her head, tangling my fingers in her hair as I kiss her deep and hard. My other hand slips beneath her buttocks, splaying across them, my long middle finger laying against her anus. I draw back until I am almost out of her again.

She is light in my strong arms as I gather my knees beneath me without leaving her, and bend backward, rising into a kneeling position with her wrapped around me, letting her slide with gravity's pull down my shaft until our bodies shudder with the tender crash against one another. I begin sliding her back and forth on my cock, the tip of my middle finger worming its way into her from behind as her hands dig deep into my shoulders, breaking skin that heals almost immediately, the sharp pain driving me into a frenzy of hard thrusts to meet her own bucking hips.

 

[intriguess]

Violet

My eyes flash as he mentions his healing factor. I'd never been with a mutant with such a factor, probably intentionally. My nails dug into him feeding on his desire, feeling it build inside me like a ball of flame growing ever larger, burning as he gradually moved my legs clamped around him feeling his fingers moving I bite my lip. My nails digging into his back as ripples of pleasure crash over me easing and feeding the flame at same time. It was more raw passionate pure hunger and need mixed with some sort of intoxicating draw between two people who've lived alone too long. I suddenly saw flashes of his life, I'd always been empathic but this was strange as I now saw myself through his eyes.

 

[sojournerwolf]

Lucas

As Violet moves back and forth on my cock, I feel myself not just throbbing, but thrumming, my whole body vibrating as if to explode. Her nails on my back send spears of pain through me driving me into an even greater frenzy. I can feel the pool of my passion building, bubbling like lava, rising to nearly unbearable intensity. I thrust two fingers slick ith her own juices deep into her anus to the same rhythm as my shaft moves in and out of her.

I can sense she is drawing energy from me, and my healing factor kicks into higher gear, as if being fed on is somehow enhancing it. She is drawing more from me, my mind flashing on memoires as if some sort of card file through which she thumbs...the days on the reseervation, the night my grandparents and I fled to avoid the feds, the hunts with grandfather, the listening to grandmother as she baked...other memories, some not so pleasant, the tests the genoshans put me through, the battle.

Endurance I have always known, but the sheer power of her passion and lust is drawing ever closer to the edge of my own orgasm. Her strong thighs ripple around my hips. Her breath is coming in gasps as is mine. I feel like I am falling, falling...then suddenly, like the eagle rising again as she squeezes tightly around me, her own spasms massaging my cock beyond the limit.

I throw my head back and howl long and loud, rising and falling in pitch. Great gouts of cum shoot into her, splashing deep within. Our mutual need and desire, too long surpressed in both of us is finding new avenues to travel. And in the midst, suddenly, I am flooded with emotions...not thoughts, not images, but as if she is pouring her own experiences into feelings that hammer at my mind. I sense her joy in her powers and her grief, I feel the burst of wonder and fear she knew when first her powers manifested. The pain of her torment at the hands of the genoshans floods me as does the aching, empty hollowness of the solitary life she forced upon herself from such pain and fear.


Our hips pelvises smash into each other in a fire storm of release that could shatter worlds. My hard, thick cock continues to fountain great ropy threads of semen into her as her supple inner muscles massage and draw from me each and every drop.

Gradually, our mutual orgasm slows, ebbs. I am still holding her and our embrace is more than the lock of desire, there is something there of holding on, even if for a moment, to our mutual sanities.

Gently, I lower her to the bed, my penis softening, but still within her. I stay within her, wanting to prolong this moment. she lays there, a faint sheen of perspeiration on her face as I am sure is on mine. I gently trace her brow and lips.

"I had no idea," I whisper. I lay the palm of my hand along her face, tenderly caressing. The instincts are there, the fierce desire to protect, though I suspect there ain't much she would need me to protect her from. There is a hard kernal of hate, too, for those who did to her what was done. I do not understand it completely, not yet. Perhaps she will share that with me sometime. But I have tasted her very soul and know the cauldron that bubbles there...with the same intensity of the passion we have shared and even as we rest a moment, I can feel once more building between us. It is in some ways the outpouring of two who have been alone too long, who have surpressed their natural appetites knowing few indeed would be able to match them...and more.

I kiss her, softly, on eyes and cheeks, nose tip and chin, then move to her lips which open as a flower, her tongue slyly slipping out to seek mine. The air begins to crackle again and I am rather happy to have that healing factor hitting on all cylinders.

 

[intriguess]

Violet

OOC i'm sorry I don't know how I missed this reply.....and such a hot one at that.

We crashed against each other and found something in the other that we didn't know we needed until then. He sunk against me and murmured a soft phrase, "I had no idea."

I simply let my breathing relax and gently rolled us over so I was lying on top, my legs slowly extending downward as I looked down upon him. "I'm going to need some rest before I can do that again." My smile is soft and impish as my body clings to his warm and sweet letting some energy go into keeping us connected, keeping him semi hard. I sensed his joy and somewhat tender streak as my lips brush his lightly. I had seen flashes of his life and wondered if he had felt some of mine.

"Do you wish to talk about it?" knowing he knew I didn't mean the sex, or the connection between us but phrasing it so he could avoid my query.

It was such an odd moment something I'd never really had before, this time that was both after and before to talk and share and feel. I tried not to think of past and focused on the man before me.

 

[sojournerwolf]

Violet rolls us over and rests upon me. Her soft body seems to mold into mine as easily as our scents have mingled. I smile back at her, brushing the hair from her eyes and returning her light kiss. I let my hands drift from her hair to her back, tenderly caressing, touching not to arouse, but for the sheer pleasure of touch.

"Yep," I chuckle, kissing the tip of her nose. "I think you're rightabout resting a bit."

I realize I am in the presence of a powerful mutant, though I don't feel intimidated. The waves of emotions I experienced, I realize she had broadcast so strongly I couldn't help but pick them up. I wonder what she felt from me, if she did more than feel, perhaps picked up my thoughts and memories as well. It wouldn't surprise me, and again, I feel no wariness. It's as if we have already known that trust can exist between us, just needed to let the realization sink in.

The curve of her body beneath my hands is warm; I can even hear her pulse slowing as she relaxes. I'm aware of not being feared, and rather enjoy the feeling. My fingers knead gently along her shoulders and the long muscles of her back. I notice her skin, which at the height of our passion had gone almost completely dark plum was lightening to a soft lilac, still darker than when we first met.

"You have lovely skin," I say, tracing the planes of her face with a finger. "Succulent as the plum glistening with morning dew."

Her question, coming on the tail end of a soft chuckle, catches me by surprise. I realize she means something other than what has passed between us, what is weaving a connection even as we lay there, still joined physically as well, but basking in that other intimacy which reaches beyond the flesh.

Also, I can sense her own desire to talk and at the same time her wariness at breaching the barriers she has built to protect herself from past pains and memories. I want to give her the freedom, to listen to what she wants to say, decides to share. I also know that somehow, it is up to me to provide the opening, the key she needs to know with certainty the trust we feel on a less than conscious level.

I trace her lips a moment, lingering in our companionable silence, considering the delicacy of the moment.

"When I was a child," I say, "there was this old coyote that hung around the reservation. The dogs used to gang up on him from time to time to try and chase him away, but he always came back. Sometimes, at night, I would slip away and run with him. It wasn't until much later that I came to realize just what it meant, being different. I guess whatever it was that got stirred in my genetic make up was so much a part of my physicality, I never really noticed but just sort of accepted it for what it was, growing as I did. I never really experienced that first flush of power I've heard so many of us talk about, that moment during adolescence that whatever gifts they had manifested themselves new and sudden.

"Did you experience that, Violet? That surprise at manifestation? Knowing of a sudden your powers to heal. It must have been kind of frightening, and yet, to know you have such a gift...what was it like?"

I let her consider her reply as I continue to caress her, to let her know by touch I am here, can be trusted. For all the pain we have experienced at the hands of those who do not understand what it is to be a mutant, still our gifts can also have brought us good memories, moments when they gave us good feelings. I offer her the opportunity to dwell on those memories if she wishes or turn it where she can speak of pain as she chooses, or even take a different direction and ask me questions as I ask her.

 

[intriguess]

Violet

I flip my hair back over my shoulder and half smile, "I grew up on a farm, and healing is sort of by product of what I do, I always had way with plants and animals. Nothing major of course, I draw energy from well," I pause blushing, "a more primal source." My finger traces down his chest as if accenting my meaning. "I charge slowly if left alone, and the first guy I was close to," I pause again, "he freaked when my skin changed. That's when I was branded mutant and my appearance went from an albino with violet eyes to my lilac hair, and purplish skin." I take a deep breath, "I didn't think much of it at the time, it wasn't until I got here that more of my mutant nature was revealed. I started out as identifying mutants just by touching them. I can read your genetic code the same way you run with wolves. Healing is just a matter of accelerating the process, giving your DNA a boost so to speak." I pause this is first time I've ever broken down my ability out loud to another person. "My first lover on Genotia, I killed, the second was killed by government. Then," I bite my lip and close my eyes unable to go on right now, a tear rolls down my cheek.

 

[sojournerwolf]

Lucas

I move us to where we can sit and hold Violet close. Her tears fall upon my chest, and I let her cry, just holding her, stroking her hair. I do not tell her to shush or it's alright or any of that stupidity I have seen in others who can't stand being around others pain. Her need to grieve is more important, she is more important than that.

There is no fear in me at what she has said about her first lover. Perhaps I have too much confidence in my own mutation, or more likely, I know she would never willingly harm me.

Yet, at the same time, I find myself again feeling anger at those who have so hurt her, but I put it away quickly. This is about her, and I want to be here, for her, to share as she wishes, all of what she wishes. I want her to know she can cry or laugh or rant or muse or whatever with me.

I may not be able to take away her pain, or even offer more than small comfort, but what I have to give, I will. In her own right she is far too precious to deserve less. And, I realize, for what she has come to mean to me even at this beginning of connection between us, I would give her more.

So we sit there, and I hold her, letting her feel my warmth, hoping that she can feel how much I already care for her.

 

[intriguess]

Violet

"I overwhelmed him and others, though not to same extent. It's only when I enjoy it that I let loose. So I was raped," I shudder and close my eyes deeply. "I was still able to draw the energy but..." I trail off and hide my face in your neck unsure of whether to bite or kiss your neck. "It isn't something I care to recall, and I didn't realize we'd go so far or I wouldn't have called." I glance in his eyes, "Do I scare you?" I took a slow breath.